Witch's Marsh prorsus

he could not quite catch the boy's eye, and soon gave up trying. content only to share the sylph's soft company, he folded the name into his ears. ico. an echo of a title, somehow fitting for the boy.

"germanicus," he muttered in return. he had become aware of his own namesake's ponderous nature compared to those of this land. but he would not abbreviate himself.