She sniffled into the handkerchief, and raised her eyes to collarbone level. The boy-- Conall, he said his name was-- he was a naga, which was all right, she'd met a few and they were all really nice. The girl, Yan, she looked just plain human. It was probably all right to give her first name, then, as long as she didn't let them know the other two. And they probably wouldn't make fun of her for it.

"Summer," she said, shyly.