Written for the 'Beginnings' challenge at the LiveJournal earthseafic community.

Naming

He held the word on his tongue for a long time, feeling its consonants as sharp as the mountains overhead; and he pushed it out into sound because his aunt thought he hesitated; and it was old in the air and the mark that circled in the shaft of sun jerked once as if tethered to his voice. And he stopped breathing, mountains in his eyes, and the puzzle of syllables unlocked into a homecoming of wings; and weight descended on his arm, and he saw his aunt's eyes widening, and felt the cold that the hawk had brought down from the sky.