Firestone Hot Springs caught in a daydream

Though she sensed no trouble from this fellow stranger, who calmed quickly after the initial surprise her arrival seemed to bring, the leviathan gathered their company wouldn't be particularly eventful. The stranger also seemed to understand this - but the leviathan wasn't about to give up so quickly.

How could one bridge a linguistic gap, when neither knew any words the other spoke? A small smile touched her lips at the prospect of a challenge, and settled with names, first. The leviathan didn't have much of one to give. The title the gypsies had christened her with felt no more a part of her than did the stones she walked on, but, with a slow draw, she lifted her paw toward her chest and pried around until a word came to mind that was pithy, easy, and felt more her - but not completely so. "Muse." She said, and gestured an open paw toward the stranger, brows raised and hoping she would understand she hoped for a name in return.