Rumour Has It

It calls itself Echo. She gave a mirthful chuckle. The price was not the child, dear sister. My magic, though... another story. She gestured at the child, as if that explained everything. It is uncertain if she will disappear, should the price be deemed paid in full, an avatar of magic... Another shrug.

Until then, I manage her. She leaned to study the child, peering into eyes that matched her own. Perhaps I should leave her on Mother's shrine... Flemeth had a shrine out in the Wilds; far from the cabin and the Chasind settlements. Chasind people sometimes visited, leaving gifts, leaving children... though that was rarer now.