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The bards and the seers say that the surest sign that a hero
will emerge is the presence of absolute darkness. Always, a
leader of strength and courage comes forth from the night
when everything seems bleakest. Where, then, will a hero
come from, when all seems bright and fair?
Andras felt the last note of his song fall flat from
his lips. He cursed in his head, knowing what would
come next. The girl in front of him drew her final note
out, adding a graceful flourish of vibrato. “Showoff,”
he thought. As she finished, she scowled at him and
shook her head, her jet hair swinging in disapproval.
“I’m going to make you sing it again, you idiot,” She
hissed, her shrill voice a perfect imitation of the
fishmonger’s wife both went to for their produce. For
a moment, they stared at each other. His mouth
began to curve upwards at the edges, but he kept his
gaze stern. She glared at him and mimed chopping
the head off of a fish. That was enough to make him
snicker. “You would make a great fish=wife, Bran,”
he said, laughing at the look of disgust that crossed
her face. “You’d better watch your back if you’re to
talk like that. We fisherwoman carry some damn big
knives,” she replied. He laughed again. He couldn’t
imagine Branwen carrying anything more dangerous
than a dancer’s baton. “I don’t think you’re actually
strong enough to lift one of their cleavers,” he
teased. She responded by pushing him off of his
chair.
Einon: Anvil
Eiluned: Idol
Seren: Star
Sior: Earth-son
Aeron: River
Lakshimi: Greek
Arbelos: three-pointed