Nova Peak Niende Dag

How many times had the horselord watched this same scene play out? He’d attended enough christenings to know the routine. There’d come some oration. A child would be elevated for all the spectators to adore. They’d be given a name or some other augury of greatness. A procession and a feast would follow. Didn’t matter the customs or language or age of a sept, these traditions were nearly identical in any part of the world.

Thus, Jamukha felt neither religious nor emotional awe as his jade eyes passed over each face of the assembly. He was more interested in discerning the odd mixed origins of Winsook.

For now he plays the role of humble guest, enjoying the many-faced beauty of the north.