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She caught the flash of gentle gold in the brush, and peered through the leaves, squinting. Who's there? she called out, wary. Still, Undersea was full of friends, not foes, and she instinctually turned the unblemished side of her face toward the stranger, hoping not to frighten them further.

Perhaps it was one of Seelie's children; the frame seemed small enough, though the pelt didn't match any she remembered. Oh, but--Thresher had been golden, right? This was a male, though.

She had been gone for too long. You can come out, Maegi insisted. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just tending to the plants.