Stavanger Bay windmill, windmill for the land

Ragna nodded solemnly, as she felt the situation necessitated such treatment. "Sir Knight Starchaser," she repeated pensively, one last time. Charon proved to be little help with the issue of her name, and try though she might, she couldn't keep from pouting. But only a little bit! After all, she was still trying to prove her maturity. She really wanted to be a knight.

Still, she followed his instructions, thinking and thinking. She stuck her tongue out in concentration, and several ideas came to her, but she felt this was too important to rush. It was her name, after all, and names are forever. This would require more thought, and she didn't want to have to struggle with that in front of Charon. "I'm going tell you letter," she informed him. "I thought of one, but it's a secret. It's gonna be a surprise!" That was a lie, and already she felt bad about it, but it was better than looking stupid in front of Charon. He never had to know.

Charon suggested that she consider a griffon instead of an eagle. At first, Ragna felt indignant. She wanted an eagle, not a stupid griffon! Then she thought about it a bit more, and it did sound sort of cool. And eagles were very proud creatures, maybe one wouldn't want to be her squire. Maybe one would want her to be its squire. That wouldn't do at all.

"Okay. I like that," she said. She still was having trouble imagining the creature, but she mostly understood. Ragna was very excited to meet a griffon, and already wanted to know more. "A story! Um. Please."