Blood runs thick

A misty form approached and Istaqa recognized it as his aunt, younger child of his grandfather. His own parents didn?t exactly seem too keen on her but Istaqa had no qualms with the younger woman. She approached with a smile upon her face and the man managed a small one in return. " Ẹ Gwena." He spoke kindly, her name easily leaping off his tongue. Names were sorta his thing, he maybe didn?t speak with everyone but he wanted to make sure he could call them all by name when he needed too.
He turned his topaz gaze away again, only for a moment as he pondered the mammals in the water briefly. " Mo igba Iyanu bi ti won le wa ni ki dun gbogbo awọn akoko." He wondered aloud, not really looking for an answer. He didn?t often speak his ponderings aloud, preferring to think upon it in silence but he could never be sure how others felt about his silence.


"Gbọ mi sọrọ,"