"It would seem you are titled as such, Princess," Sandro answered the child with a smile. He knelt and addressed her seriously. "When Sindra's talent speaks, it is up to the rest of us to puzzle out the words. The gods to not explain themselves easily, I am thinking." He was surprised the girl hadn't run shrieking with fright, but the way she asked after this strange identity... "Would it please you to be the child of the weirword to them?" He looked at Sindra with questions forming in his mind.
"Sindra, perhaps you may help the princess in her guessing. She is young to be riddling with gods."