Broken Boulder there are visions, there are memories

It was a strange name, but pretty.  He couldn't talk much... hell, their entire bloodline was so bad about names every single child went by a nickname by default.  Hers was even an animal; she could almost be one of the family.

"Rook.  Fitting."  She didn't rise to the occasion and afford him more praise for his magnificence, sadly, but she was the perfect amount of interesting.  Too eager and he lost interest.  Too distant and he gave up.  He liked a chase, but only when the goal was worth it and the race was at least slightly stacked in his favor.

"You on your way somewhere, Rook, or just here for the hell of it?"  He was camp B, and hoped she was too.  Or at least not in a hurry.