Two Eyes Cenote he will never sleep

it was more than just a name: it would be a rebirth. there is something a little bit daunting about the idea, forcing him to not answer with unbridled eagerness but to sit in the contemplation of it for a few moments longer. he would not be stark. he would not be the ironspine. he would not be son of nanoq and marvel. he would become something more.

son of the many gods, or perhaps whichever god chose to bestow him favor. whichever he felt close to.

he had come here to strike out of the shadows of his siblings, of his father. of the family legacy he carried as atlas shouldered the skies.

yes, stark breathes, conviction strong in his voice, gaze moving to meet her's. i am sure.