The Sunspire the greater the love, the greater the loss.

Fig smiled as she repeated his name. He liked the sound of it on her tongue. He wondered what else her tongue could do that he would like... But no, he refused to follow that line of thinking. A woman's season was the time when Fig generally stayed away from them. He had no desire for children of his own, and fun as it might be to do this dance with her, he didn't like to be forced into the ultimatum that would need to come first. Women generally didn't like his boundary.

And yet, here he was...

"Yes, that's about right," Fig said with a smile, "Not sure what my parents were trying to say with that one." Perhaps that he wasn't supposed to exist? He did wonder from time to time, consider what he knew of his birth mother. But anyway.

"You as well," he replied, "Solveig. What language is that?"