Whitefish River It's a beautiful and a burning thing

Vienna was normally a pretty talkative little being, but when she got thrown off by a newcomer, she became even moreso to the point of blabbering. It used to be, though, that it happened whenever she met someone new. Now she had progressed to the point where it only happened when the new person didn't seem particularly open to her presence.

"Well that's good to know!" She peered into the river. "Couldn't tell that from the bank." She dipped a paw in, then shook the water off. It was pretty chilly.

"Kierkegaard..." She tried it out, the sound foreign to her tongue. It was a mouthful of a title. "Where you from?" Now that she was getting a read on him she was calming down a bit.