Lion Head Mesa You leapt from crumbling bridges

Oh! But they reciprocated this elegance — the compliments! 

Khonsu? She did not know this name, but she knew that this was meant as part of the compliment. It could be asked of later.

Hyacinth! For it was what she had always been called. It may not be my given name, but it is what others have chosen to call me. It was for reason... I cherish it; respect it. I am undeserving of the honor, but I will carry on with it, so that one day I may truly earn it.

Her home village. A place she had not seen in months. It is a distance, yes. And what of yours? Surely it would be much closer. But she wanted to know more of it.