Moonspear letting the water fall

Huojin tossed out some other names and while it should have sounded familiar, Altair didn’t recall either. The memory of such a visit was vague in his memory now, especially with everything else that had been going on. From Mira’s disappearance to his brothers leaving to found the glen, his little microcosm of a world had been flipped upside down a number of times. He had changed and coped with the change as best he could, but there had been his moments of slippage.

This could have been categorized as one—the usually talkative Altair was rendered silent. Sialuk had answered Huojin’s questions for the most part and he thought pretty well, all things considered, and he had nothing more to add. But his gaze was sharp on the foreigner in their group, almost wondering why he was there if he was headed to Yuelong to visit family. And if his parents weren’t there? That was confusing to him, but then again he and Sialuk both had parents who kept a fair rein on their children.

Well, mostly. They were all at the age where being sly and exploring their world was the slice of luxury they wanted… which almost made him wonder if their guest was lying. With the notion of that, he felt questions burning on his tongue, but kept it still; perhaps it would be best to hear the answer first before casting some judgment.

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