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

no apologies needed!!

She grinned at mention of Teya, nodding. She helped teach me how to fish, when I was a girl, she remarked. I. . . Lilitu trailed off, then shrugged, her face set in a grimace.

My mother helped form this place. I was born before, and we moved here. . . Soooo—a while, I guess? Even though I keep exploring elsewhere, she added, and laughed, youthful face dimpling with humor.

Lilitu cocked her head, looking at the newcomer. Anyone showed you around, yet?

She knew the fen fairly well—as well as any place she'd know. Nothing was etched into her head; even the Vale, in which she'd been born, was merely a foggy memory. She thought she could serve as an okay tour guide for this place.