Firefly Glen in shape no bigger than an agate stone

She did finally notice him, and their eyes met briefly before she made the decision to move closer. He noticed the color of her eyes as well--the same color as his and the rest of his family here. Then she was speaking, asking who he was and for the name of his parents. His ears flattened abruptly in irritation at the question about the family he couldn't remember, but he quickly composed himself, pushing the anger deep down inside to deal with later. 

I am Midar Melonii, he answered first. Best to throw the family name out there to being with so that if she was family, he would know better how to proceed from here. As for my parents--I don't know, he said, a little less evenly. It was a sore subject, and he especially wasn't about to inform this stranger of his troubled past.