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there is a certain panache they expect dropping the name melonii around here, but the girl's reaction still takes them aback. at least until she explains that she's also a melonii, which does not surprise them, all things considered, but is probably worth noting. 

"she's my aunt," sascha answers, and rises to their feet to stretch before stepping down next to the girl. they're not gonna get back to their name any time soon, might as well lean in. "say, what happened to you all? last i checked the forest, it was basically deserted." their ears prick forward as they speak, curious. they'd learned a little bit from potema about blackfeather, but nothing that would indicate, say, a preference for seasonal migration, or a giant underground cavern they occasionally all vanished in to.