Whitebark Stream Temperance is a Virtue I Lack

there it was, that odd shine which indicated spirits trapped behind kekoa's eyes. "who?" sun eater asked gruffly despite himself. he had once claimed to be a shaman. others had believed him, and for a moment he stood staring at the boy, considering.

"you need amulet. protection. keep from seeing," he explained, not understanding why he was compelled to pass down this sharadoii nonsense.

had it ever been nonsense?