Heron Lake Plateau I guess I keep a-gamblin'

Cinder's a stupid name.

He felt a little pool of dismay at her response, that gathered in his stomach like a stone; he did not let it show on his face for more than a second though, maintaining his smile as best he could. That sounded like something Tywyll would say, but it was usually a joke, or he was just teasing. She must teasing too, right? The Blackthorn was half tempted to conjure up an insult to cast back, but he knew he wasn't very good at doing that, so instead he attempted to shift the mood to something else.

"What's your favourite thing to do?" His lips were still quirked upward in a half grin, and he hoped she would play along.