Wapun Meadow downtown

She wanted to be more useful. He seemed to like Tristan, and she drew back a half-step while he was talking so she could get a look at him properly, mentally applying the name to him over and over, reciting it - it seemed to fit. Then again, Ibis really had no idea what she was doing. And then he asked for more options and she huffed a little, feeling put-out by the ordeal but still eager to please and happy to help.

So... Something that makes you sound, um, cool, she wouldn't let herself say the cuss that he'd used; mostly because she didn't know what it meant but also, it didn't feel appropriate. And you don't want to be roped in to dragon-fighting. Good, okay, with that understood she paused to think and—What about Caleb? You could pass as a Caleb. Or, if you liked Tristan, you could change it up from there to um, Triskellion, which is -- something from another story. You could shorten it to Kell? It sounded really cool to her, but, Ibis was more of an herbology nerd than anything and her first instinct was to list off more plant names... Aw well, she tried.