Whitefish River she fears I'll be a servant to my history

The stranger's tremulous "Me?" earned an amused snort from Q as she dug her heels into the cold earth to brake fully to a stop. It was so tempting to rib her about it, maybe make some joke about how she was actually talking to that crumpled flower under the girl's foot. Instead, Quell simply gave a breathless, "Yeah, you. Hi."

She paused a moment to catch her breath, her pale eyes traversing the other adolescent's face and figure as her flanks rose and fell in a quieting rhythm. She licked the foam from the corners of her mouth then and spoke, saying, "My name's Quellcrist and I'm looking for some deers. Would you happen to know where they're all hiding?"