Ocean's Breath Plateau nocturne in c-sharp minor, b. 49

The attention she was being offered might have once made Maha uncomfortable or queasy, namely when she was first starting out, but after years in her line of work, there was little that phased her. Smokestep, she thought, was a befitting name of such a being; a pale plume of smoke, slim and sleek. I like that, she commented with a twist of her head, It fits you, mister.

With her eyes wide and her stature submissive, she began to speak again, You can call me Maha, if you'd like. Smokestep could have decided to call her whatever he liked, she didn't care; they never stayed long enough for it to matter.