Shadow Mountain I am inimitable, I am an original

Maegi smiled at her excitement, nodding. We must, indeed, she agreed softly, though worry still churned within her stomach as she added, Who are your parents? And where were they, anyway? The young woman was awfully young to be out wandering with no discernible pack-scent attached to her pelt.

She thought suddenly of Venamis and froze, teeth gritted slightly. Venamis. Around the same age as this girl, a Melonii himself. Could it be. . .?

No! Lumiya was sweet; kindness clung to her in an aura. Venamis was anything but. How could two siblings be so different—unless circumstances had made them so? Or perhaps she had taken after her mother, and Venamis after his damned father.

It was the most likely scenario, and she didn't want to acknowledge it.