Bearclaw Valley child of sun, child of moon

she wanted to serve. and she wished to shed blood. with the mention of the saints' leader still burning in his mind, merrick approached her delicately. 
his gaze seared toward her own. there was potential for more to be done and yet —
"do you know who i am?"
their name was still known, he expected, but she had not said it. more to be said, but for now merrick only invited her to speak in silence.