Greatwater Lake La-dee-da, la-dee-da

He'd been prepared for a brush off, a polite greeting and maybe, perhaps, an explanation that she was simply checking out the area. The very last thing that Dante could have expected was a question about the past, a subject he seemed destined to go over countless times before it faded once more to time's rush.

His surprise probably showed, breaking the frown that seemed permanently etched some days lately. "That's... a complicated story." He didn't refuse, but he couldn't imagine what had spurred her to ask. "But if you want answers, I can give you as best I know." He wasn't going to lay it all out immediately, lengthy tirades not one of his favorite thjng's to engage in, but the fact that she sought another aspect was highly surprising to him. He would have guessed she would have gone to her parents for such a tale and accepted what they said with little argument. What reason would she have to doubt it, after all? His ear twitched as he waited patiently for her to elaborate.