Blacktail Deer Plateau she is standing right in front of me.

Eilidh didn't pretend to know everything. In fact, she was well aware of the things she did and did not know. The common tongue was easy on her lips, but others were not so well formed. Her father spoke a little of another language, and she had always wanted to learn it. "That language sounds like my Pappa's." The teenager looked from the woman to the scarred earth and mused for a long moment. Then, finally, she turned back to the woman with a smile.

"Do you know what path you're meant to walk?" Perhaps it was deeper than she realized, but in reality she was simply curious. It was a mark of her youth and optimism that she asked such questions. "I'm Eilidh, miss. What's your name?"