Firestone Hot Springs sage of the inward eye

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She smirked subtly to the compliment. She fancied her name plenty as well, especially the shortening that she offered to others. While her whole name was something carried with a sense of mixed pride, it was best kept to herself. It means 'rain' in my honored mother's language, she quipped as a piece of trivia to go with it. Osprey as a name was one she liked too, for it inspired thoughts of the predatory might of the namesake hawk. Or rather, she guessed it to be the namesake at play here since she couldn't think of anything else called osprey. You were named for the predatory bird, yes? she asked alongside a tilting head.

Nodding then to the question about the mountain first, she had to take a moment to consider the.. stone-creepers. Not.. exactly. Although perhaps I simply do not know how to see them, even if a stone-giant sounds difficult to miss, she smirked. I have heard a share of tales of mountain-dwelling goblins, though. Not that I can say I have ever seen any of those, either..