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

Eilidh was unaware that her question was quite a deep one, one that required some thought. But she was a girl used to thoughtful silence, used to entertaining herself when her brothers were nowhere to be found, and the adults didn't want to talk to a little girl about serious matters. Her Pappa usually indulged her, but she often wondered if he truly listened to what she said.

"Thank you," she said, as was proper. "Pappa says it means "light." And I like your name, too, miss." Eilidh smiled at the woman, settling herself comfortably by the ridge of fire. The ash that swirled with the breeze caught her eye, and she watched it absently as she listened to Harlyn's reply. "I don't know what path I'm supposed to walk. Not yet." She turned toward the woman, emerald gaze full of wonder. "When do you know when to start?"