Falls of the Hinterlands suckin' on my tendies

So she really was a Blackthorn! Bat's tail waved at the confirmation, then she chuckled at the possible names thrown out on the table. Her silver eyes glimmered with mirth as she considered taking one and assuming it. But the ruse had just about run out, hadn't it? Although she didn't mind being dishonest with strangers, she supposed Apple was sort of like extended family.

"It's Rory, actually," she corrected genially, "but you can call me Nancy." Bat winked. "Were you making your way to the plateau then?" she wondered in the next breath, head tilting. "To visit family?"

Before Apple could offer up a reply, a flicker snared the juvenile's attention, drawing it back to the foot of the waterfall. Her mouth dropped open as she saw a perfect rainbow dancing there in the mist, its colors muted to a mercurial patina not unlike the observer's own eyes. It looked liked the ghost of a proper rainbow. An instant later, it vanished.

Gaze flicking back to Apple, Bat questioned, sotto voce, "Did you see that?!"