Silvertip Mountain And if love keeps giving me lemons

Draper Featherwind.  That's a pretty name, she responded, almost without thinking.  Then she froze and inwardly punched herself.  Pretty name?  It was, but c'mon, some people would hardly take that as a compliment.  Nice name, maybe, or dignified.  But pretty?  Maia, jeeze.

She didn't really know what else to say, and she thought about bailing despite her earlier insistence that she wasn't ready to go back down yet.  Yet Maia's curiosity won out over her better judgement, and she couldn't help trying before she left.  D'you have any stories?  Like, your parents, yknow?  Did they tell you any?  It was a bit of a personal question, but she'd already fully inserted foot in mouth once and not gotten a bite for it, so it couldn't hurt to attempt.  Worst come to worst she could just jet off and leave him to it.

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