Chimera Fields This guy rushes me with a spoon...

"Now there's a morbid thought," Ovaltine replied, giving Kero a grin. "Green Skeleton Ridge is where I was born. I suppose I'm not all that imaginative." But then, Ovaltine had never claimed to be. He was a simple fellow, content with naming things similar to "big field", "small field", "dark forest", "pine forest", and so on. He had seen so many places in his lifetime, it felt as though all the good names had been used up. "And don't ask me why it's named that, either, because I haven't a clue." The ridge had gotten the name long before he was born, and he assumed the name would remain long after he had left it.

"Perhaps we could call it Kero Field instead," suggested Ovaltine. "Since I met you here and all." Was that too sentimental? "Unless there's somebody you'd like to honor instead." Perhaps Kero had a lost loved one that he'd like to name this grassy expanse after, rather than himself.