Wild Berry Meadow yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

He takes note of the dark boy sometime before the stranger notices him, attention caught by light footsteps across the grass. He turns silently, gaze impassive and studying. At first glance, he's reminded of Alessia; the sharpness of feature, the dark fur, those blood-hued eyes he could never forget. He is far taller than the wraith's late mother, however, slim in a way the dead woman had never been. Still, there's a familiarity to him that reminds him of —
"Electr —"
His head tilts at the outburst, and the stranger finally notices him. The meek explanation falls on deaf ears; the wheels are already spinning in Zephyr's mind, too fast for him to keep track. After a moment, he says, Electra. You're looking for Electra, aren't you? He takes a step forward, posture neutral, bordering passive. I'm Zephyr — her brother. If he's wrong, then he'll be incredibly surprised. It's all too big a coincidence to just be some random encounter. This has to be another of his surprise siblings — and he's incredibly attractive.