POP.
That was the sound Cara's heart made as the dark juvenile deflated her gentle attempt to start a conversation with her mono-syllabic response. The pale yearling head turned to face Junior again, an unreadable expression flooding the soft yellow of her orbs. There was no arguing that Cara was a complete ignorant when it came to nature and healing (among other things) but she was at least able to recognize the beauty of a landscape when she saw it.
Despite the subtle indifference the youth showed towards the Spine, Cara continued to look at her directly; when a name was finally given, the Frost Queen allowed her lips to curl into a smile --now they were getting somewhere (or so she thought)
"Any reason for it?" she asked while twitching the tip of her tail. The fact that the girl had given her a fake identity was still unknown to her. "My name is Cara" she barked the, her chin rising as if to lift the imaginary crown that rested on her head.