Moonstone Quarry R-E-S-P-svee-T - find out what it means to ME!

Oh, she was really nice! Lilitu relaxed, feeling no added pressure to go explore (as much as she wanted to). We're from the fen, she said. If it had a proper name, she hadn't heard it—all she'd heard referenced was "the fen." It's like, um, kind of wet and swampy. Or it would be when it's not covered in snow.

She cocked her head. What about you? she asked, then paused. Wait. . .you kinda smell like that mountain I climbed the other day. Where Kukukux lives. Do you know her?

Any friend of the ethereal woman was a friend of hers. Lilitu was so fascinated by her, the way she spoke, so different from anyone she'd ever met before. She was elusive, and she made matches—a concept that had been entirely new to her. Lilitu wanted a match, although apparently she had to wait until she was an adult.

Maybe Meerkat could help get her an audience with the matchmaker. . .