Stone Circle macellarius

With ease, the man spoke not only his own name, but Skáld’s as well, winning him a wriggle of the boy’s wavy tail. Germanicus, a word that felt heavy in his mouth, but smoothe, like a river stone. He whispered it to himself, though when he was offered another name, his head tilted to the side, making his ear tips flop slightly. 

”Eagull?” He asked, ”Like-“ He looked up, as if to point out the creature in question, though presently he could only hear a Robin singing in the trees. ”Like bird?” He continued, as he meandered forward. He sniffed at a flower and smiled faintly, before he piped up again. ”Why Eagull?”