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She nodded, glancing toward the mountains again. I see, she said briefly, eyes lingering on the peaks. I don't visit that side of the range, usually. I'm not as familiar with the territories over there. Shrugging, she looked back at the girl who'd introduced herself as Eshe Frostfur, a surname that rang absolutely no bells in her brain.

It's nice to meet you, Eshe, Maegi said, smiling. How long have you been away from your brother? I know what it's like to try to find your siblings after you've been apart.

She'd gotten her scar that way. A story for another time, perhaps if she got to know the young lady better. But she could empathize, and hoped that Eshe's journey over the mountains went much better than hers had. It certainly couldn't go worse.