Blacktail Deer Plateau tumble down

Eilidh is too precious <3

His words seemed to please her - a first for Malachi in these parts, and though he did not think himself in the clear, she seemed to take his apology for what it was worth. At the giving of her name, however, she swelled. Eilidh. He could recall another whose name had ignited the curiosity hers did, and he stirred at his memory of his marshland encounter with the fire-kissed queen. He had almost forgotten the day - a better time for them both, one of promise and hope, yet one so quickly lost to the raking of claws and the swelling of the sea. The veiled warmth of his heart faded to a bitterness as sharp as salt, and made manifest by the tightening of his brow.

"Your name is very fitting, Eilidh Mayfair," he said and slighted his head to the left. "What does it mean?" It was something he had wished to ask of Tuwawi, but had never found the chance.