Bearclaw Valley "I have plans for you."

merrick.
merrick merrick merrick
ancelin rolled the name around in his proverbial fingers like a worn rubix cube, panting over each side and their coloration, how it felt in his hands. he almost said it out loud, and wore an expression that was quite thunderstruck. 
he'd never heard the name of his grandfather before, and stared up at the man with indigo eyes shifting, searching, trying to know if this was some elaborate joke. but the way the giant had stopped said everything.
it felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest; it ached and fluttered.
"made to serve them? like a slave?" his jaw tensed. it did not fit with what he knew of his parents. "merrick and —?" he breathed, hopeful to have the name of this grandmother as well.
his features tightened further, then smoothed. "aventus is my father. avicus is my aunt."
his eyes probed harder, seeking weaknesses in that stony face.
"who are you?"