Heron Lake Plateau I guess I keep a-gamblin'

The young Blackthorn was immensely pleased to witness the last hints of the girl's scowl evaporate, and a rush of exhileration flooded his veins when she dropped to the ground in a playbow - his excitement only augmented as she returned her name, and his tail beat enthusiastically at his rear. The boy's own body of grey crouched in a similar gesture to her own, wriggling and eyeballing her with hightened interest. "D'you know what I found out the other day? That a cinder is actually a thing, not just a name! Does your name mean anything? It sounds cool!"