Deepwood Weald I'll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away

oh, no.
the reaction certainly was bad, and her ears splayed sideways. disappointment curled low in her chest; she'd quite liked the sun-girl. 

but wait! what came next wasn't all bad, though she squinted at the latter words. "a what?" she asked, not mustering enough courage for the question to be at all bitting, seeing as it felt she'd narrowly avoided being left alone in the woods. 

"cassiopeia svartell,"  saying her name again made her feel mildly stupid, and she followed up carefully.  "from the sunspire. I knew screech - it's a long story." that sounded terribly cliche, and suddenly she was babbling a bit, another somewhat-first.  "an actual long story. not the kind people claim to have to avoid talking about something. we're ... acquaintances."