Silver Moraine XVII

Prophet was used to meeting one another with a smash of shoulders, a bump of bodies like wrestling men.

Augur showed to him something not new, but almost forgotten. Prophet knew his place and standing with the man. The licks to his chin proved this as such but why the display? And, oh —

There was a scent placed along the pale man that was not of the Rise. A woman, a stranger. Prophet's brows pinched in thoughtfulness. Some part of his heart felt a flood of fear. That perhaps Augur might depart from the Rise with a wife of his own, that he would lose another number, that the Rise would crumble and —

He sucked in a sharp spike of air.

He had to trust Augur, in these whirlwind moments.

Show me. He knew the man did not speak, but these were not new words and he hoped their sound might have meaning to the hunter.