Emberflame Ridge there's no turning back now

Ibis..? For a moment she heard her mother's voice, crisp and clear, and she thought her heart would leap from her chest. The stranger shifted and came a little bit closer, and in those fleeting moments Ibis realized it couldn't have been Olive - this person was larger by far, big enough to be like Okeanos or Kukulkan; but the soft edges and those eyes, so warm and so familiar, made Ibis freeze in place. She didn't know if she should close the distance or run, spooked somewhat by this oh-so-familiar (but also so foreign) face.

They spoke; their voice was youthful but masculine, further dashing the girl's thin hope. Still, she was left with questions. We grew up together..? He said, and Ibis' first thought was Mali but she knew he was in the woods to the west... And her memory did not produce a name. She struggled a bit with it, and then shook her head in defeat. I'm sorry, I don't -- who are you?

You look like... My mother. One of them. Ibis offered this freely, sadly, her face crunching in a little frown. Her last visit to Elysium when it had been lively had been... Summer? Spring? There were children, but this boy looked older than that. How could she have forgotten. Then it seemed to hit her. The rugged figure, the pale complexion just like Olive, the soft blush of color in his coat -- Eleuthera had been like that, and -- Seamus? Click.