Dragoncrest Cliffs the moon plays the ocean like a violin

Wildfire carefully says her name with the added surname, as if she may reject the idea. It sounds foreign on her tongue, even the length of her first name, but it makes the woman happy. She doesn’t even get a chance to respond, however, before she dives right in to the tentative name of their children and the title they’ll carry at birth. “They will have to earn their name, to call themselves Drakru,” she says after a moment. Everyone else has to earn their title, to earn kom Drakru. She has earned the title and so has Wildfire and so will her children.