Silverlight Terrace [M] Left and Leaving

The way he spoke tickled something in her memory, but she brushed it aside. He was older, yet handsome. Worn, but in the way an old skin might be tattered from years of being walked upon. There was a sense of haunting in his eyes, and she felt her heart reach for Glaukos in that moment. He asked of Sixsix, and the bird ruffled his feather's at the mention. The raindrop did wonder if he could understand the words they spoke.

Sixsix is friend, Sialuk replied, laughing gently. She stepped forward, emboldened by her recent apparent power over men and women alike. You are...—Sialuk struggled to find the right word in their shared language—silatukuk. Knowing many things from many winters. Another step forward. She tested the air, drawing in his scent. He did not smell of a village.