Ankyra Sound the end declared from the beginning

when introduced, the woman addressed him with an accented voice and a name that seemed as though it had come from a faraway place. the wildling peered at her thoughtfully before nodding his head. at least he could trust his senses for the images that they seemed to paint for him. while it was only slight, there was a noticeable relaxation of the muscles in his shoulders and the way that he carried himself. if this woman had come with his mother, he did not anticipate that she would be someone to worry about.

“i'm illidan,” the boy introduced quietly before nudging the fish closer to her. “you can have this.” once it had been placed in the sand, he realized that it didn't quite appear as large as he had first thought. a small frown creased his features before he returned his sights to the foreign woman. “where are you from?” illidan then inquired with a slight canting of his skull.