Silver Moraine chain hits my chest

It sounded like something out of the tales, though Thuringwhethil— Magpie mentally repeated the name over and over, so that she would not mispronounce it— wasn't entirely forthcoming with information. A queen, a commander... both women? Now that intrigued Magpie, for it was both familiar and entirely different than what she was used to. It wasn't odd for two of the same gender to love one another, but leading side by side? She had a thousand questions, most revolving around the stirrings she was currently warring with, but none seemed appropriate even for the extrovert.

Magpie wasn't entirely sure what to say, as there had been no invitation— and she didn't think her personal brand of loyalty would be accepted, nor was strength her forte. It was interesting to be sure, and she thought she would like to live there for a time if only to experience it; but she was sure her ambitions would lead her elsewhere someday, and if not that, her desire for new scenery. She didn't know what to make of this companion, this commander— unsure how to read the woman's changes in expression, or lack thereof.

"I am Magpie Corvidae," she finally said, formally. After a beat, she corrected, "Maudlin Magpie Corvidae." The young woman barely remembered her true name, for it wasn't often used except in the most solemn of occasions— but she offered it willingly, now, despite not being asked. It simply seemed appropriate. Then, (in her mind) she lamely commented, "Sleeping Dragon sounds magnificent; like nothing I've heard of before."