"... and? What does she say?" I asked, not really sure what that meant. I talked.
"None of us can remember what happens other than it is a language we can't understand. I blacked out almost instantly. Whatever Denise is, she is far greater than all of us. From what I can tell, she cares nothing about the world and is there simply to hand out eggs," Claire explained, and Breya leaned back into me as the fire crackled.
"That is the general consensus, but many people have many different theories about Denise," Breya said as she pulled my arms up and knitted her hands with mine.
"How did she get her name? If the woman knocks out whoever she meets, then who gave her the name?" I asked, and I felt Breya tense at my question.