Witch's Marsh starflower

morwenna continued to be unguarded, speaking the name of her leader. akavir. it would be a word improved by sun eater's lanzadoii accent, he felt, but he did not speak, wondering at the way her eyes had become at the sound of this name.

he had seen it in gheli; he found himself amused, wondering if it might be worthwhile to meet this man who created flickering light in morwenna's moonspell eyes.

"you say, allies?" sun eater had learned the word during his short stay within moontide. the notion had never interested him; in fact he had felt rather averse to the idea. why should one chieftain have say at all over another's band?

"saatsine travel. far. we are our own people," he said with care, choosing from the gently expanding lexicon of common he had slowly amassed. "we grow when children show they are strong. we are — dzaex. like stone."

akavir and he may have had aims that overlapped, but sun eater remembered how good it was to be free and alone with only other lanzadoii for miles roundabout. it was what he desired, despite his genuine intrigue at their shared words.