Broken Antler Fen The person I most medium suspect.

Roswell, she knew, at least a little bit. But her sisters. . . She smiled at the mention of Jasmine, though her expression was bittersweet; she'd dispersed in similar fashion, looking for Arielle. Hopefully, her younger sister would return. Even if empty-pawed, they'd welcome her, fervently.

And as for Diantha—

It's okay, she assured Eljay, catching sight of his worried look. Like Maia, she hoped to dispel the notion that either one of them had failed Ibis's last batch of children. We're wanderers, Eljay. I figured that out a long time ago. She'll be all right, and if she comes back. . .well, that'll be amazing.

She chuckled, smiling broadly. They sound wonderful, she murmured. I wish I would have been here to get to know them, a little better. All of them, together.

That, she reckoned, was her own cross to bear.