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

The youth's eyes widened with excitement as Ceara began her description, and his ears cupped forward to listen intently, as though enganged in a great story. A cinder... the boy was rather baffled that he had been named after a thing, and it wasn't just his name. He'd surely have to find one of these things... but hold on, what did she say? A cinder was hot and bright. The Blackthorn's brows furrowed for a minute, though he grinned back at her. "Well I'm hot and bright too, right?"

"'Dunno. Just explorin'. Do you know any extra cool places that I can tell Tywyll about later?" His mind had immediately changed paths, cluttered thoughts being shuffled around as the new subject was brought up.