Broken Antler Fen Bye, bye, miss chair model lady. . .

She hadn't really expected to come across another soul—Brecheliant's numbers were, she admitted, worryingly low—so it was a pleasant surprise to find someone headed towards her, and she gave a beaming smile in return.

Hi, Cinna! she said. The girl was younger, but not a child, and her looks were fairly similar to Lilitu's; she could have been a long-lost sister. In fact, she stared at the wolf for a few long moments, wondering if. . .

Nah, no. She'd seen all her little siblings; this wasn't one of them.

I'm Lilitu. How'd you find this place? She began to walk slowly through the field, beckoning the newcomer to come along with her.