Firefly Glen Dancing with fairy lights

Alaric’s name had also been forgotten, though Kannoyak did not forget the man’s penchant for crafting tales. The storyteller had been a good man and he had shown the white hunter a great deal of kindness. It relieved him to hear that the other man was doing well, that he had expanded his abilities, and that he prospered in one of the villages of the moon.

The girl corrected him, offering her name as a reminder.

Kannoyak felt his cheeks burn hot with embarrassment. It was not good of a man to forget a name. It did not reflect the respect he had for this woman and her brother.

This man will not forget again. Amalia, he spoke in a solemn voice, head bowed with shame.