Northstar Vale markland

beautysnow, speaking gently. a name offered, a title. teya tipped her head, glancing at the stranger's lips and then to her watchful face. reiko. no attachment to it now, a bisyllabic sound that the asylum-seeker sidestepped with a shake of her rotpumpkin muzzle. 
"teya ishtar," clear, poignant, separate, distinct as its wearer was not herself. teya ishtar teya ishtar, ground into her skull over and over by voices that she no longer recognized as emerging from faces.
"reiko." a breath.