She asked it casually, but Talon could hear the curiosity beneath her voice. She wasn't one to be left out of secrets.
His smile faltered just a little. The playful glint in his eyes dimmed as he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Morvakar," he whispered.
Her smile disappeared, chased away by a ripple of dread that spread through her chest. "What…what's going on?" she asked, quieter now.
Talon reached into his coat, revealing the whistle. "He needed me to give this to you," he said solemnly. "He says to blow on it whenever you are in trouble and he will be there."
Luna looked at the whistle. She didn't reach for it.
