Bearclaw Valley nevermore

The name was unfamiliar, and then the girl went on to describe every forest ever, which made Maegi scoff, a little. She shook her head. Never met him, the Melonii said, ruined mouth quirking slightly. Sorry. And there are a lot of forests around here; you might have to try looking in all of them. Gee, thanks Einstein.

I should go. Good luck finding your brother, she added, not without sympathy. She, too, knew the pain of feeling adrift from one's siblings; for her, it had been by choice, and that cut deeper. Maybe that was the case with this stranger, too.

With a brusque nod to the other, Maegi began to pad away, headed out of the valley. There was nothing here for her, not anymore. She had hoped to find some comfort and nostalgia here before making the journey toward the sea to reckon with her sins. As it was. . .onward.