Moonspear sêr saethu

Kindle had retreated to the mountain while many of the others remained in Firefly Glen. He'd had a lot on his mind, lately, and still felt vaguely frustrated by past events.

The sound of a voice on the border was a welcome distraction, even as anxiety (that quickly transmuted into annoyance) plucked at his expression.

This, of course, morphed to confusion as he set eyes on the woman at their borders. He knew that he knew her, but she was so out of place that, for a moment, he forgot quite how. But,

"...Princess?" he said slowly, identifying his niece with palpable incredulity. He didn't know her well enough to use a more familiar greeting. When he'd visited her kingdom, they'd not actually spent much time together. Little enough that he wondered if she'd recognize him in turn. He'd been quite a bit smaller back then, and shy of his pretty but unknown relation.

It was only now, in the back of his mind, that he called her his niece, the way that he called Katmai his nephew. At the forefront, she remained the princess.