Garden song

It was one more strange thing atop a mountain of strangeness but, for once… it was pleasant. Concerning, in the back of his mind – what if he was hallucinating this encounter? – but pleasant. This truly was his grandmother… maybe.

His similarities to his namesake were striking, even if his pattern was different, and he stepped closer, ears perking forward as he introduced, with some irony, “Cairo Adravendi.”

What would the supposed to be dead woman do with that information? Or, perhaps this, like himself, was a living wolf, a cousin, who had been named for his grandmother. The possibility was there, but most would generally call at the wall to introduce themselves. Well… unless they were just so arrogant as to assume a name meant they had the right to stroll across Valhallan land like they owned it without speaking to Aurielle and being welcomed first.

Family or not, such arrogance was unattractive, and he was glad none of his own blood had been as cocky as to make the assumption. Artur’s features flitted across his mind, and he wondered if his brothers had avoided the sickness. What of Meri’s kids?

So much to worry about, and it made him tired. Maybe this was all just some lapse in wakefulness and he really was asleep.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think