"I'm call...uh...Birdland", said Birdie. She accepted another cup of herb tea, and cupped it in her hands, waiting for the usual reaction to her name. The looks of blank puzzlement soon appeared on the various faces around the fire. Birdie shrugged, and recited her next "line", which had been offered many times in the past.
I really don't know why I was called that. It was what my folks wanted, I suppose." Sipping her tea, (it was very good,) she finished with, "Most folk just call me Birdie."
Turning towards the next person by the fire, she asked: "What is your name?" She figured that an explanation of the strange beastling that had knocked her out would come eventually. Birdie knew to take it slow around strangers.
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