Bearclaw Valley apertivo

Two years in May.

I know those coastal lands; I was present there for a birth. Her last visit to the region had been brief - approximately that long ago, too. He was not a familiar creature to her; but oh, how the woman studied his face now, eyes widening out of their half-lidded state to gaze upon him.

Something sparks in her vision - a mixture of intrigue and wariness, as if she suspects something but at the same time, doesn't have the words to express it. When she gathers her thoughts in the next second she is quick to ask: How is your mother? What was her name again --?

Stryx did not relent in watching him, wishing she could will the answers in to the air now that she sought them.