Deepwood Weald drawn with a team of little atomi

The girl that comes first is so unspeakably lovely, almost taking Megara's breath away if she wasn't so used to beauty. After all, she herself had once been something like this--something of youthful value. Still, she gives the young woman an elegant nod and a smile, and then Midar appears, and her gaze is only for her grandson, so strong and fit.

I did, she answers succinctly, but the pleasure both to see him and to be here is clear on her face. They are joined, soon, by another, a broad dark man with eyes the color of the snow. Still, she does not miss the markings of the Brotherhood upon him, and straightens, giving him the respect a Dark Brother deserves.

Have you? Megara asks, her voice slightly coy and more than inquisitive. I'm assuming, then, that Midar has told you who I am. Nevertheless, it would be rude of me not to introduce myself. I am Megara Melonii. Sister to Meldresi. . .who I understand is quite well known in these parts, she adds, with a wry smile.