Wheeling Gull Isle sorrowing, sighing, breathing, dying

"Redcliff," Moorhen corrected under her breath, almost certain that this was the name the boy had given her. It was the only thing that made sense - Rad was not a word, after all. Who'd ever heard of a rad cliff? But she knew that poor Coelacanth often had trouble with names and words, and she did not want to draw too much attention to her poor elocution, since Moorhen hated when it happened to her.

Besides, her mind was still spinning around the idea of Akhlut.

She remembered - or thought she remembered - that Doe had once been called Akhlut.