Moonsong Glacier rises the moon

Were Vairë anything other than composed in this moment, she would have dropped to her knees with a squeal hearing “darlin” from that rough-accented tongue. As it was, her skin prickled with heat, though she tried not to let it show.

She made a spectacle of raising her paw to her chin, and humming as if thinking.

Of course, you’re right! Biisaiyowaqï, then. “Clever, one who solves problems”. Or Ikniqpalagaqï, “lightning in the sky”. Massalerauvok if nothing else works, “snow filled with water”. Off the top of her head, those were the longest names she could produce.

One of her eyes shot to Valiant in a side eye, trying to judge his reaction before she went on an entire side spiel about long names. Then, she flicked her eyes forward again. She didn’t know much about the culture her own name came from, if any. Maybe Fjall would, though that made her stomach twist at the thought. It shouldn’t be her little brother explaining a culture she had never experienced before, but there was little to be done about that.