Redsand Canyon tribute

If she is moved by his sentimental words, she does not give any indication. Her head remains bowed, her eyes remain averted - only shuddering once, to blink, and to shut those bright eyes for a moment. Ajtun could be likened to a gargoyle; she waits in this highly composed and statuesque manner, listening, the picture of obedience.

When the conversation flows beyond the praise, she knows to open her eyes again and unbend from her supplication. To hear of the others of the holcan is of no surprise; if anything Ajtun is annoyed to be one of the last to return, but this too she hides from sight. It serves no purpose to be overt.

We follow you through this life, to the next. A certainty. A pledge, burned in to her memory from years of tutelage.