Emberflame Ridge and they were roommates

The exchange goes as expected. Varinril has a charming composure she’s drawn to that she assumes comes with age (not that she’s terribly older than her, but she’s noticed the difference) and Saarthal’s quirkiness shines through. The introduces come and go and Mallaidh’s brows knit together, turning to Saarthal with confusion writ across her face. “Mallaidh,” she offers, certain she’d already introduced her name. She even used it. But, by the time she realizes the mistake, her cheeks burn and there’s not a thing she can do about it.