Frostfire Ridge Alone on that Mountain

As it turned out, Celephais had almost no manners except when she was pretending, and for now she was being honest. Weetzie didn't really seem offended by it, though, so she grinned as he descended from his rocky perch to stand before her. Once he was on the ground, she could compare their sizes. He really was smaller than she was, betraying his part-coyote heritage even before he stated it. She was too busy staring at his abnormal pink eyes to think too much on it or hear much of what he said next.

How does that even happen? thought Celephais as she squinted into his eyes, studying their every shade and variation as much as she could without pressing her face right against his brow. Only when he said something about pink eyes did Celephais zone back into their conversation, just in time to be told three of the weirdest names she had ever heard.

She tried her best to keep a straight face when he called his sister Witch Baby (though her brain was going W.T.F.), but when he said something that sounded oddly like Kinky Shoe, she lost her composure and burst out laughing. "What kind of names are those?" she had to ask. Compared to Kinky Shoe and Witch Baby, Weetzie was almost a normal name. She shot him an apologetic glance in hopes that he wouldn't think she was making fun of him and be upset with her, even if she was being utterly unhelpful by not really answering his question.