Lone Star Mountain you fracture light again

Her laugh echoed brightly around the cave as she struggled with her name. Making sure to slow down her speech, she spelled out its syllables again for Reina. "It means morning star," she grinned. And suddenly her smile morphed into fat, rolling tears. 

"Sorry, I-I chose it to remember my father," she blurted, voice shaky. Her cheeks burned, raising a paw to quickly dab at them. A lump was forming in her throat; she feared she could not say more on the topic without another round of uninvited tears.

Instead, it was her visit to Hearthwood that she gratefully focused on once a few deep breaths had been taken. "Do not apologise, Kukutux and Reverie took good care of me. I am on my way back to Morningsong but, ah, may have misjudged the weather." The name of the ice-mountain still felt strange and clunky in her mouth but she would become used to it, she was sure.