Fairspell Meadow shed every skin that no longer fits

Rusalka. The name rang a bell, and she racked her brain trying to remember. . .but no. Nothing came up. Just one of those coastal packs that weren't Undersea; she set it aside for later use. Wait, no! Hadn't Vaati mentioned he was once part of that group? She wondered if they knew each other, if Scarab was even old enough to know her brother.

A long way from home, Maegi sympathized, voice wistful as she thought of the sea. Are you lost? Can you not find your way back to them?

The timing was. . .something. A wayward boy, coming to her right on the heels of her own son's demise. She was tempted to scoop him up and keep him close, to not let him slip away—but that wouldn't be fair. Somewhere out there, a mother was mourning her missing son. She couldn't do that to anyone else.