Lion Head Mesa Lord of honey

a boy without a surname!

she wondered at once where he had come from. a bastard born into mereo? surely not, otherwise she would know him! which meant he must have come from somewhere beyond.

one can be made, you know. her eyes twinkled warmly upon his softer features. the high priest who came to you that first day, he knows many names. i can tell him to look and find one for you.

did he fancy the idea or would he rather be his own namemaker?