Flycatcher Downs deum verum

sprry for the wait!! DD: i haven't written anything in too long so my writing is rusty 

There was power in the syllables of a name, rawness that begged to be tamed and turned to greater purpose. Absence of these holy vowels and consonants meant either insignificance - or power so vast it escaped all attempts to be harnessed.

Bear. Yes, the mighty beast from which her own name was derived. This held meaning. She ached to divine it.

From the blackness which hid her eyes, she marveled at the single golden coin lodged in the wolf's skull. Wisps of a myth tickled at the edges of her memory.  Nine days and nine nights spent hanging from a tree, the sharpness of a spear trough meat, an eye traded for knowledge...

"Bernadette." Came her name. It was her plain, worldly name, not the hidden one. With genuine curiosity, which had her head tilting slightly, she inquired. "What is yours, bear-priest? And Ursus, where can it be found?"