Barrow Fields once there was a queen named gioma

rosalyn might not have known it, but her encouragement was enough to bring ingram's weird ego back to its normal self; he smiled as she said that was more like it -- maybe it was more like it -- maybe things weren't so bad after all.

but then he remembered chusi and how pretty she was and a newfound grief struck his heart and the facade crumpled but for a moment. rosalyn revealed her name and ingram nodded, rejoining with "that's a nice name. i'm ingram."

but then rosalyn had the punch to ask if wylla was a lunatic -- ingram suspended over the question, a curl of his lip given as he ruminated the answer. "uh.. no...?" he looked to the ground as he considered carefully his words. "she's not crazy. i don't think she is. there's a lot going on." he thought about the insurrection that had happened - how chusi and arrille both had defied wylla -- that would have made him lose his temper too, if he was wylla. and then he thought about the other wolves in their clade - nyx, reef -- the weird witch and her weirder bodyguard.. those two were definitely crazy. "she's not like the crazy wolf that lives in the grotto. she's crazy. wylla's just wylla."