He nodded happily. “Uh-huh! Aunty is real nice, and brothers is help Rémi when need.” He said, and then tilted his head a bit. Red Eagle? Wow! He beamed and bounced as he sat.
“Neat! Rémi is have book Red Eagle! Is like story!” He thought for a moment. Did he know anyone from Red Eagle…? Oh! “Rémi not go before, but is know Sigrun! Currach know Sigrun? Sigrun say is from Red Eagle!”
“That is good,” noted Currach. “It is always good to be around those you love.” At Remi’s mention of Red Eagle, he merely smiled. ”Ah, you’ve read the book? I…have not. However, I know the story and the proper rites nonetheless.”
At Remi’s next question, he looked down thoughtfully. That sounded like a Nord’s name, and he’d remember if there were any Nords at the redoubts. He crossed his arms, and considered telling Remi that he’d met no such person until the pieces fit for a moment, and Currach remembered.
“Might you mean Janelle?” he asked.
Rémi blinked. “Janelle…?” He tilted his head and tried to think if he knew that name. He did vaguely remember Sigrun telling him that her name was Janelle, and becoming very confused as to why she just hadn’t told him her real name in the first place.
He nodded. “Yes! Is Janelle! Is called Sigrun too… but Rémi not know why.” He shrugged, and was very happy to talk to this other Briarheart. He hugged him again, arms wrapping around Currach’s chest.
“I do not know, either,” replied Currach. “But she seemed to struggle with herself for as long as I have known her, and then she left one day.” He rolled his shoulders. “Sometimes, finding who you truly are demands that you leave all that you know and love. In her case, I suppose it was necessary.”
Why she’d given up her name, however, worried him. He returned Remi’s embrace, a bit troubled now.
Rémi looked up at the more experienced Briarheart, tilting his head a bit and leaning it on Currach’s shoulder. Struggling with herself? What did that mean? Did it mean… not knowing why you were what you were? Rémi felt that way sometimes.. not often, but sometimes. Was it normal to think that way?
“Currach is worried now?” He asked slowly.
Currach bit his lip. “Slightly.” He wasn’t sure what else to say, and even if he did, he was unsure on how to word it. They were merely feelings, inscrutable as they had always been.
“Do you ever worry?” he asked, unsure of how else to stop the rather uneasy atmosphere. “About things that are out of your control, perhaps?”