Heron Lake Plateau So excuse us while we sing to the sky

Her next statement was perhaps the weirdest thing Cinder had ever heard! What did she mean, he didn't look like a Cinder? Cinder was his name! How could he not look like a cinder? The boy's brows furrowed slightly and he dropped the bone, gazing up at Ceara with a baffled look on his face. Was a cinder a thing? Wasn't it just his name? "W...What is a Cinder?" He enquired, tilting his head. Did it have a meaning? Was there something a cinder was supposed to look like? So many questions, questions that had never crossed his mind before - he almost missed her question.

"I was explorin'."