Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

An chagrined huff of laughter escaped him when he realized his faux pas. Vairë was a huntress, too; he felt silly for assuming otherwise. "Then good luck," he said to her, wondering whether or not he ought to hope they were put on the same team. He wasn't sure he'd be able to focus with her around, right then. This feeling was twofold when she gave him permission to bring a gift to her children, and then threefold when he felt her breath against his ear.

"I see your spring blossom," he replied, nodding to Nasamiituuq. "And this one — " he gestured next to Salaksartok. "Your anaa called him monster boy. So I'll guess he's he victorious one. And that makes him Ipiktok."

Okay, so — he was still not sure he could pronounce Salaksartok. He hoped she would not notice, and that she would say his name again and give him just one more chance to memorize it.