Something lit up in Yuyan's mind, like a candle flaring to life. "Summer," she repeated. She certainly looked like the Summer she'd met at the fountain, but younger, much younger. "That's a very pretty name."

"What's it like, where you're from?" Conall asked. Yuyan noticed that even with his tail out in the open, Summer didn't look at all fazed. Did they have Serpent Folk where she came from?