Hoshor Plains a glass of chardonnay with ghosts

"That's, what usually happens, when you have a family of your own," Wraen nodded, though she did not have her own experience to draw from. However, she had seen plenty of people coming together and spawning offspring to have a very good insight in, what it meant and what happened afterwards. 

"I was the third in that litter - sister to your father and aunt," she explained, now that the name Ibis had finally rung a bell in her memory. It had truly been a very long time. "And we happened to share the living premises in the nearby mountains for the first few months of your life. Name's Wraen," she reintroduced herself. "It is nice meeting a relative even after fate has taken us in two very different ways."