Ankyra Sound the sky trail

The scents you carry with you, He explained easily, beckoning for the girl to walk with him as he paced the shoreline. They identify your pack, your home. Those you meet will know you first by your scent.

When the girl asked after his mother, his eyes sparkled with delight. My mother was The Listener; prophet to The Druids of Blackwater. Divine above all others, An air of solemnity came over him, then. She is gone now. But The Druids will have a new Listener, in time.

I am Ptolemy, The Speaker introduced next, glancing into lavender eyes. And what is your name, little snowflower?