Blacktail Deer Plateau I once threw beer at a swan and then it attacked my niece Rebecca

A beautiful golden girl of about a year met him at the border; Timberlake flashed her a friendly smile in return. So far, so good. He was entranced by her eyes—blue as any sky—but he tried to stick to business. 

I'm Timberlake, he introduced himself. I'm looking for some of my family. I've got some names. . .uh—

He broke off, sheepish. The encounter with Padma had made him more determined to find his siblings. Unfortunately, it was to the neglect of his cousins. He still cared about finding them, sure, but now they were far and away his second priority. 

I'm looking for my brother and sister. Radcliffe and Meadow. Oh, and my mother, Pema. Do any of them live here?

Timberlake was hopeful, but not overly optimistic. Even if they were here, what if, like Padma, they'd changed? Dramatically changed, at that?