Fairspell Meadow I told the witchdoctor

He would have ignored the tree had it not been for the telltale sign of a wolf lounging underneath its spray. Ganon stopped in his tracks. His eyes washed over her slender frame and a glint of recognition enflamed his eyes. He knew her to be of his line, no matter how deviant he himself was from the trademark Melonii visage with his shades of flame and sunlight. It was hard to ignore: the black void of fur, the indigo of her eyes. She was a Melonii through and through…right? It was possible that this was a coincidence, but that seemed strange given how close the were to the Woods.

Are you a Melonii? He asked the girl. He did not approach her, not knowing how she would respond. The tension that had been in his limbs — the anxiety at returning to his birthplace — shifted into apprehension. He did not know if his name was known to all the new children of Melonii. Neither did he know if those in charge hated him or vaguely remembered him. So, he stood some ways from her, keeping his body neutral and his face impassive but curious. He wondered whose child she was.