Moonspear halloween

With possibilities open, he couldn't have anything to expect. He looked over each piece, trying to think about its position, but it invited nothing profound in him. Way too soon for any of that, he tried to reason.

At first? No, not really, he shook his head gently, not too proud to admit it either. Slow to come into his own, even slower to truly find the right confidence befitting him when he didn't always want what was most obvious. I was usually evenly matched with my sister, but she could be more fierce. Jarilo recalled, as she had been his first, earnest spar partner that he had stood a real chance against. And I lost often to my mother, then your aunts of course. Especially in the beginning. He admitted over the weird hole in his heart thinking about that left him, and how many of those facets of his history were now gone.

Was that was the bones were talking about?