New chapter of Animae Matae is up!
“what is your name?”, and, before he could really think of it he had dipped the quill into the ink and had, in bold strokes written out, “Symeon” he wrote down, as his gaze shifted on the small chest his mother had gifted him for his past name day. (…) One day, she would recognise him because of that sapphire. — chapter 2, Animae Matae














