"Ah, you remembered my name?" she playfully said.
She spun once, fast, and the air around her tasted briefly of rain and clean stone.
"I'm surprised you recognized me," Ludwig said.
He felt the odd twist of time that happens when a past life steps back into the day, a feeling like putting on a coat one had put away and then almost forgotten. The boy peered around his arm to stare, eyes wide, the fear in them interrupted by wonder.
Everyone around him seemed surprised, after all, Lipsi was Lorina Ulesse's contracted wind spirit. And she got respect from everyone of the elven tribe members.
Bows lowered by degrees where chains allowed. Even the archer on the branch dipped her head in a small motion that might have been a bow if she had not still held an arrow.
"Why wouldn't I recognize you? You look the same like five years ago, and also smell the same. Like the Dead. Divine one of course!" she said in a chirp.
