Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

it seemed to be a redhawk (or blackthorn -- they were so interlapping and inter-related it was hard to keep track) custom to have enormously long names, so weejay hadn't realized how strange the jumbled moniker seemed until aengus spoke. her ears fell, but were back up a second later as she parroted a breathless "gus!" after aengus.

shifting on the flowers, weejay thought long and hard about her name. did she have a middle name? she didn't remember, but maybe she did! maybe jack was the middle name, and whisky the first? but that didn't make sense, on account of the fact she distinctly remembered it was tradition to be named after an animal on one side of her family. "it's a bird!" weejay answered helpfully, looking at the impossibly tall firs above them as if expecting one to appear any minute (spoiler: one did not).

"cypress is a tree!" weejay blurted out a second later, realizing she had forgotten to mention that a few seconds before. "what's aengus from?"