Silverlight Terrace arts

A shift overcame her as she settled with his words. He could not read her, only guessed that what he had said held power in her mind.

He held Moonglow's name. He held Rodyn's, too. She held none of his, until the moment his voice parted again in his same hushed tones, Oi Kryfoí, his turn, now, for his soft voice to accentuate with the Greek of his mother's tongue, the hidden ones.

Melaneus wondered if she had heard their name before.

Wondered, if Rodyn might have spoken of him.