Stavanger Bay oh what a wonder, oh what a waste

"Wb," she repeated, the short word rolling over her tongue gracefully. She smiled again, but the expression soon faded as the woman continued on.

What can I call you? She felt torn. Varick, bless him, had given her back her birth name--Miyako. And surely it fit better than the moniker Snowe she had given herself atop the mountain.

Yet she felt as though she didn't deserve Miyako. She was no more Miyako than she was Snowe. All of Miyako's memories had vanished weeks ago, without a trace, and with no sign of coming back again. Snowe had carved out an existence here, against all odds.

It wasn't a happy life, nor a fulfilling one, but it was the one she was stuck with.

"M-- Snowe," she amended hastily, giving the girl a weak smile. "My name is Snowe."