Moonspear why does everybody say it like that?

quennell.

a voice in a seasmoked timber, rocking like waves crashing against a shoreline. for a moment he thought somehow, someway, shardik had come back. shardik had been given a voice just to taunt him even more.

but this voice was familiar in another way. haunting him in a way that pierced his very heart. maybe it was not shardik but a fever dream again. had he spiked again? had all the care of three healers not been enough? his mouth offered a soft smacking in its cottoned state.

did the man know that quennell was the reason swordfish was not here with them? did the man know quennell had become an ugly boy? marred in body and spirit. marred in ways that no healer could patch back up it felt.

bearcurse, he grunted back in return. sunken features offered a haunting pair of yellow eyes peering out from the den.