Sleeping Dragon In the merry month of June

"Really?" Foxglove sounded surprised, though this hardly counted as the first time she heard this particular question. Of course she knew, what a foxglove was and what it could do. Poisonous from the roots to the stalks. A heart-mover or stopper, depending on, how much you took, blah, blah, blah... She had heard enough of this during the majority of her first year from her parents and siblings, endured supposedly witty jokes and nasty teasing about it. Enough for a lifetime.

However, she did not let any of this inner turmoil show. Therefore she averted her gaze and shrugged: "I always thought that it was just a stupid name. My parents weren't particularly creative, but I see that yours have. Why Wildfire?"