Ghile was so shocked, he lost his mind connection with Ast and Cuz. They sprang forward and ran to the Alvar, who stroked their fur. Questions raced through his mind, each one pushing past the others and demanding to be first. “I'm Ghile… and yes, I'm stonechosen. But how—”
“This one could feel you reach out to them.” She looked to Ast and Cuz, who acted as if they had known her their whole lives and were not being stroked by some strange, living tree they had just met.
She rose and stepped forward to tower over Ghile. “This one is Arenuin of Arenell of Areduin of Arethell of…”
The names continued. Ghile blinked. What should he do? This was the first elf, Alvar, he had met. Did he shake her hand? His need to be well-mannered fought with his need for answers. What did she mean, she felt
