Swiftcurrent Creek winter solstice

Loch teine. The name of a land that surely was inhabited by Mayfairs, and idly, Akavir thought of his aunts, Deirdre and Emaleth. Constantine had told stories of their prowess—his voice often laced with pride, particularly when he spoke of the former. His father was suspicious at best and a non-believer of magicks, but even he admitted that there seemed something other-wordly about his aunts.

He would have questioned Lestan on his beliefs—surely, their branch of family was not so far extended to not hold some of the same values and beliefs?—when the boy slipped on his words. Family was important, he spoke of first, and with a sideways glance, Akavir questioned him. “Was?” Lestan had tried to correct himself. But he felt there was something more there.