Horizon Ridge jenny would dance with her ghosts

Since her encounter with Colt and Indra, she had been more cautious when it came to running into others. I have many names. That alone was enough to set her more on edge. The dreadfather. It meant very little to her but the name was enough to cause hesitation in her eyes.
 
The question came, and yet he was friendly it seemed. “My name is Rana.” She stated, the accent thick. “Rana, priestess of the Saivo and weaver of fates.” She clarified in her native tongue, the long drawl being the full title, the tone carrying more of a clarification approach so he might be able to figure he was not missing much information.
 
“What is ‘dreadfather’?”