Hoshor Plains [m] and the touch of a hand lit the fuse

Oh, she could cry! There were already so many hormones coursing through her body, and he was being so kind! She leaned into him, burying her face into his chest until they parted again.

I have been thinking about not feeling like 'Ariadne' anymore. I am agnaga, and I might be tinniksiruk. I am no longer the agna-urak who is a Sunshine Person and walks only with Sedna—I carry Tartok in my heart, too.

I think that I am no longer Ariadne, that a new name would suit me better. Will you help me think of something, Uiga?