Duck Lake you could be my remedy

Eilidh had not expected anyone outside of her family, let alone a stranger, speak the word Donnelaith in her presence. It wasn't that she shunned the word, more that her hope for hearing it spoken again had died long ago. But she brightened visibly at the utterance, and smiled softly, studying the girl more closely. Then she realized what was so familiar about her, the dark coat of grays and whites, the coloring and presence of Dante. I'm from Donnelaith as well. I'm Eilidh, Lasher and Blue Willow's daughter. She squinted at the girl in jest. You look much like Dante and Osprey, if I'm not mistaken.