Flycatcher Downs until we go down

mona reeled.
fumbling, she sat down shakily upon her scarlet haunches, expression sharpening as she perused eilidh's face. there was a hint there of something familiar and yet unknown; the little druid-child swallowed hard. "mona mayfair. lasher is — was — my father, too." a bittersweet flash of something; "but i never knew him," the girl added in a softer voice.
and so this was her sister, sibling to the pair of dark twins born of lasher and blue willow. "casmir is well. a-and constantine, he is here too," mona blurted, the words rushing out of her over the shattered remains of whatever nerves she still carried. "and my brother, cortland. he is in the wilds as well."
unsure of why she had said so much, and yet said nothing, the crimsonfurred mayfair fell silent, but was unable to bring her gaze from eilidh, fascinated and yet suddenly afraid her existence would be unwelcome.