Otter Creek The Darkness Will Rise...

I'm sort of giving Meldresi the chance to totally take advantage of this situation because plots are fun.

Nightwing was rather startled when this Meldresi did not run away in fear. This sort of thing had never happened before. Everyone always ran. And come to think of it... her voice sounded... like one Nightwing's own Voices. The one who spoke little. The one she thought of as Mother. Meldresi sounded like... Mordred. And their names were even similar.

"I am..." she began, while looking at the black-purple that was Meldresi's coat color, "Nightwing." She paused, unsure of herself. She opened her mouth to say something, and no words came out. Mordred's voice came to her in her mind. SPEAK TO HER, she said. IF SHE CARRIES MY VOICE, SHE IS ME. SPEAK.

"You sound like one of them!" the girl blurted out. "You sound like one of the Voices I hear. Like Mordred... I think... I think she likes you." Nightwing had no idea what she was saying now. She simply spoke the first thing that came from her thoughts. Now she looked at the ground in embarrassment. "Sometimes I can't stop the words. They make me say things... like I said. Sorry," she muttered. "Sorry."