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Her smile waned. She had desired to marry in her homeland- but two years had passed, and the few eligible bachelors who had joined the pack had not given her more than a brief glance. Her sisters had laughter that rang like bell chimes; they danced with proud steps, sang with clear, buoyant voices. 

She wondered for a moment if he was hinting that she should return home, and she wilted slightly, as if shunned. She shook her head softly; no, she did not want to go back and wait for more years to pass, for her other sisters to marry yet again before her. She was merely a simple songbird among a swarm of sirens, all better poised than she to attract attention.

When he mentioned Undersea, she let go of her momentary disappointment and perked her tufted ears. He stretched, adding a bit of mystique. She sat up as well, as if chasing him for information.

She recognized the surname Corten. It was not one which had been passed down to her, but she was not far removed. Catori, she thought, must be of her own grandmother’s generation or perhaps even further back. She was pleased to hear, though, that she had been kind to her step-children. ”It is from her that you learn to say “Peace be”?” She asked then. Finally, that little notion of familiarity had wound its way to the surface.