Hushed Willows Run along now, don't be glum

It was odd for Peridot to speak before her brother. Maybe it was this place, Hearthwood in the Hushed Willows, where she felt safe enough. Or, maybe it was the mention of a name that, apparently, they shared with the golden female.

“Me—Medeiros? You’re a Medeiros?” Her head whipped to eye her brother, who also seemed to be shocked by the revelation. This woman, Reverie, did not seem familiar, but the longer she looked, the more she noticed the lineage in the tone of her coat and the presence in her eyes. In their mother’s eyes, whom she had not seen in so long.

Who was she to them?