Frostfire Ridge Lands that call my name

they laughed. warm and mirthful. humored by his assumption of them as a healer, but it was a good guess, no?

no, they corrected softly, a tilt upward of their head. peering down a narrow face. they were switched, they believed. him old with a youthful soul. them young with a soul much too aged for this body — or so they had been told, time and time again.

i am nothing,

this said with a sense of relief and air of lightness.

what are you?