Moonsong Glacier rises the moon

Only the last meaning took him by surprise. He committed them all to memory, but lingered over Nasamiituuq's, turning it over in his mind like lyrics to a song. "That's real pretty," he said, but of course, he did not need to tell her what she must already know.

Valiant was pleased when Vairë did not immediately take her leave of him. His expression remained sheepish for a little longer over his slip of manners, but he was pleased all the same to have made her laugh.

"Well, 'haps we could take the long way 'round, then," he suggested, still feeling out whether this was tolerance or enjoyment for the moondoe. "I still ain't seen it all, either. I hear there's seals in the glaciermelt — although I'm not sure how much I trust my source not to pull my leg."

And he was still thinking about Nasamiituuq. It was just real pretty. It made him think —

"There's a place in the east — far, far from here, mind. It's called Nantahala. 'Land of the noon-day sun'. Or to the west there's Cuyamaca. 'Above rain'." He'd spoken before he'd really thought this through. Now he flushed, embarrassed as he explained, "I just always thought if I had a little girl, I'd wanna name her somethin' like that."