Shadewood After all this time.

Scarlett.

Desna.

Her eyes widened.

"My family," she breathed, and wonder widened her eyes, "you have met them."

She had known her aunt by a different name, yet she recalled a time in early summer, in that first year of her life, where she had sprawled with Valette in the afternoon sun and had asked her many questions in her childlike wonder, from sun high to sundown. About Nanook, and Siarut, about her aunt's own mother and father.

That was where she had heard the name of Desna, and the name of Scarlett.

"Desna is my aunt," she had never known Scarlett, but, "her sister, Nanook - she is my mother."

And this man - this man! He had known them both, in their own childhood.

She marvelled.

"If my grandmother raised you as you say she did, then that would make us family, you and I."

And she smiled. Adlartok, her uncle, and she, his niece. Taktuq was not sure how the man would respond to this. In truth, she did not really care. She had already made this connection in her heart, and she would consider his thus, even if he never came to do the same.