Exiting the hot cooking surface and entering the burning chemical reaction

Rhyme’s lip pulled back in a half smile as she gave him an amused glare in his choice of title. He wouldn’t press it though and listened to her words as they slowly made their way over the sparse mountainside. She came from over the desert? The fact made him respect her all the more, he had never mastered a desert. He gave her a bit of a chuckle with her joke, though he really wasn’t satisfied with her answer.

One of her family. He knew that feeling, though he’d always known where family was. Or former family. Thinking about them certainly distracted him from Samara, but it was painful in a different way. Deathbelle was an interesting name, but he had siblings named Epitaph and Eulogy, he wasn’t a stranger with names dealing in death. He hadn’t heard of the woman before though, and wouldn’t be able to help the young woman in that quest.

”I’ve not heard of your sister.” he told her honestly. ”My family has many naming traditions.” he chuckled, having fed into them himself. Icy paws continued to carry them towards the tree and relief from the sun.