woman on fire

Bazi offered a little shrug to indicate that she was part of the crowd that had managed to escape any knowledge of the DeMontes - but she was from the North, where the cold families reigned, and even their surnames escaped her now. 

Bazi tilted her head to look in Scimitar's direction again, one ear pressed against his belly. Every now and then, she heard it gurgle. "Well, I think it's a lovely name. Why aren't you 'DeMonte-Frostfur'? And..what was your mother's name? I don't think I've ever asked you."