Stavanger Bay and every minute gets longer

You are always up to par, my dear! <3

And of all the things that Charon could have asked about, he picked the one thing that Mordecai didn't know — Julooke. Other than her name, he had never gained the opportunity to meet his brother's mate. It was a mark of instant regret, much in the way things were beginning to turn for him. It was a regret that burrowed down deep and stayed low. He hesitated, thoughtfully of course, trying to figure out how he could explain the matter of such to his nephew.

"Not in the traditional sense," he said, fumbling openly. "They weren't related by blood or anything; they didn't share a relative like you and I do. She took your father's name — Ostrega — when they settled together, and they gave that name to you and your siblings when you were born," and honestly, naming conventions escaped him anyway. Mordecai couldn't have even described where his own name came from if he had tried, let alone know which parent had come up with it.

"Does that make any sense?" He hoped it did, but the way he asked it would have conveyed clearly that he didn't know how to put it. They were related, but they weren't related. Their mateship made them related, but they weren't related by blood. It was enough to make his head go swimming briefly and left him to wonder whether or not he had ever tried to trip up his own parents with questions like that.