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It pleased her greatly to talk about her family, his family, and share a connection with her nephew. To his question, she shrugged. Probably, definitely, I don't know where anyone is, though. I'd imagine we're all pretty scattered, she said. Her brothers were surely around somewhere, and Goose, she was also definitely still out there. Sometimes it worried her to think what might have happened to them all, but Goshawk and Flycatcher were both strong and tended to walk their own paths. The Crestwood family in general was a strong one. If Toad was doing okay, and she was, then everyone else was probably fine.

Yeah, it's tradition. She said. It was a bit of a sore spot for her, since people had a tendency of making fun of her name. It was the only thing she didn't fully understand about her mother. To name a child "Toad" in hindsight seemed cruel.

She had made it a note to not do this to her own children, in the unlikely event that ever happened. My two brothers are Goshawk and Flycatcher, and my sister's name is Goose. So they all got birds, she shrugged again. The boys in the family are the only ones with the last name Crestwood, girls just take the surname of their husbands. I have two names because I took my mother's name for a middle, she explained, smiling fondly. It was all very convoluted and, to be honest, rather silly. Other people had given her a new perspective on traditions and now Toad was feeling that these naming conventions in particular maybe didn't have a place in the modern world.