Deepwood Weald I Don't Belong Here

Figured we can fade soon and have him learn Greek BTS!

Astraios. The name was, of course, foreign to him — it took him several tries to pronounce it correctly. He smiled at Themis, murmuring, "Thank you. I... I like it." He would never have to be Vorilye Cruor again. He closed his eyes, sighing deeply.

When he opened them again, his gaze was hungry — but it was not Themis' body that he wanted, but her words. Her time, and company. He felt as if he could spend hours, just here, talking. "You should teach me your language."