Wild Berry Meadow opened up like a marionette, danced a whimsical pride

No, came his reply, as she might have suspected. He did not have the look of one who was lost. No, he was in fact searching, instead. Lyra listened intently as he painted the picture of the one he was searching for - a pallid woman of the sea, bearing the fruits of the season. The mental image he conjured sparked some recognition within the Ostrega, who stared back into the man's expectant gaze.

"I have not seen anyone around here with that description, no," she said at length, leaning down to groom the fur between her toes after noticing she had stepped on one of the berries. An air of indifference radiated from both her words and movements, and she slowly preened herself for a long moment before speaking again, her eyes flicking up to regard the worried stranger. "Though I do know who you are speaking of."

Ying, the one who had caused Moonspear so much trouble. Lyra tilted her head slightly. "She is pregnant?"