Bearclaw Valley devotion

To the boy's annoyance, Averna offered no further explanation. Aventus perked his ears and leaned forward a little on his toes, eager for the priestess' lesson, but all she did was playfully chide him. He visibly deflated. Rocks couldn't talk, and if Averna wouldn't help him understand how to hear them, it was unlikely he would ever figure out what she'd meant.

Without a word, he stooped to pick up the intestines and stalked haughtily away with it trailing between his legs, acting very much like he was bored with his aunt's antics. But on the inside, he buzzed with curiosity, and the moment he could get away without anyone seeing, he would peruse the rock his aunt spoke of and try to hear the secret hidden voice within.

Fade here?