Redtail Rise thou art the (wo)man

she ruminates on this for a moment, a little thrown at his quick acceptance. she kind of likes the word he's chosen, but it has so many esses she'll never be able to utter it herself.

but. . .

Avicus had been unwell, after Nyra, and @Ashlar had found her. brought her to his father, and she'd recovered. she did not belong to their people for the long run—she was too bloody for the bards—but in her fevered dreams, words had floated to her mind.

ancient prayers—songs—curses? sounds deep as the earth.

Wealda, she decides, tripping only slightly over that last consonant. it sounds strong, a two-syllable punch like Ursus had been.

and you. . . Avicus looks him over, taking in his form, his age. you hunhh'? or fighh'?