Moonspear rainbows

The woman spoke in a pleasant lilt as she informed Treepie that she’d been born here. Yellow eyes widened, lips parting to ask the obvious question. Seal answered it without prompting, the name familiar and familial, even if she couldn’t quite place it.

We’re related then, I think, Pie said. Her expression warmed, though only a fraction. I’m Treepie, though you can call me Pie. I don’t know if we’ve met but I’ve definitely heard of you and your family. She paused, thinking. Don’t you have a brother named Orca, who looks like a twin to Arrluk of Moonglow?

There were dozens more questions to ask after that one. Tiuttuk shifted her weight, keen to trace where their branches of the family tree might connect. Though she knew better than to think it meant anything, especially after Acrux had so recently drifted past like a ship in the night.