The Heartwood Tréximo

his eyes were the color of a night falling over the lake, and the more chickadee looked, the more she saw the contrast against the scarlet.
her stomach flipflopped. "thanks," she answered, "so are yours." the girl offered a tentative smile, a single sway of her tail. "i'm —"
her name connected her to her family and to brecheliant, both things she loved.
but what came out of her mouth was "sorcha." and she didn't know why she said it.