Firestone Hot Springs Darkfall

You've made a terrible wonderful mistake!

Pale eyes brightened at the mention of a possible relation. "If you're related to the leaders there, you're related to me," she said with excited interest. Although she'd ventured away from Seahawk Valley to make her own way, she nonetheless enjoyed making connections out here and wanted to pursue this one.

She intuited, however, that Key very much didn't want to dwell on it. Although this made Koontz all the more curious, she decided it could wait until another time. In any case, Key had said that they were related somehow, distantly, I think, which probably meant she didn't know much more anyway. It would be useless to try to prod more details out of her.

Ready to drop the subject and query about Key's living arrangements, Koontz opened her mouth only to shut it with a click when Key mentioned the connection again after all. "March Owl is my mother," Koontz said forthrightly, though she'd already heavily implied as much. "It's neat that we're connected like this," she added simply.

"You said you don't live around here," the yearling pointed out after a suitable pause, in which she smoothly shifted gears. "Where do you live then?" she queried softly, stopping short of offering her distant relative a home.