Ankyra Sound Witchsong

Eldritch was patient, watching the Unchild as they admired her. 
A glance went once to the unfriendly islands in the sea, to which Eldritch understood and nodded once. 

Ah. Spirits. 

Eldritch hmmed softly in acknowledgement before speaking. 
"I have worked with and talked to spirits all my life. Such things, and witchcraft, was the way of my old home. Ways I still practice even now." The Seer responded. The minor details didn't need spoken of, not here, or now. The cruelty, the abuse...she pushed the thoughts away. 

"My name is Eldritch." The witchling purled. 
She didn't ask for a name in return. 
She felt the prophet would give one if they felt it necessary. An assumption, or a gut feeling...
The older witchling continued to gaze upon the Unchild.