Lys: A Slip of the Tongue


Her Scotti name came readily to her tongue. It was not until after she had said it that she realized she had not said Domitia, the name by which everyone else knew her. Even the Guttersnipe did not know her name. But this odd bard who played at warrior- or warrior that played at bard? A Roman Israelite in Brittanium- more odd than she was, now knew it.

Perhaps that was why she had told him. He was a transplant, as she was, and there was some common ground in that. Her chin came up.

"I am Aithne."

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