The Sunspire The sound of their tongues being bitten is all I hear.

The answer stung the man, which pleased Sivugat. He made demands that fled his tongue like vapor, going on to join the clouds overhead, which continued to piss rain upon them all.
The turn of the shadow's ear indicated something else was said but Sivugat did not catch what came from the spritely golden man, as he only had eyes for the elder, who continued in his own way to stare.

A boy has no name. He said, thinking he was being clever.

Of all the names he had been given, or had earned, or had tried on by himself in the dark, none had felt fitting. The last one he had been given by the giant woman as part of a contract, but in fleeing the canyon, Sivugat saw that contract null and void.

He was nobody now — again, always.