Lake Rodney if you never try you certainly won't succeed

Two weeks might not have seemed a long enough time to justify worry, but the circumstance of the departure of both Nova and Pearl added an edge to their absence, and an urgency to branch out and look. Andalusia noted the details Hemlock provided for her own missing family, and repeated the child's name softly under breath. Roarke. The Ostrega had never heard such a name before, but perhaps that would help her remember. Otherwise, one detail was lost on her - loquacious - but she surmised it a thing of intellect or maturity. She stored the more apparent features on the front of her mind, and all the while, her brow remained in a slight furrow, and her ears splayed at the tangible weight that radiated through the air.

Andalusia turned her head sideways to offer a press of her snout against Sebastian's neck, provoked by the pain in his voice, before she followed his question with one in return. Her voice came soft, with a tenderness she rarely let bleed through her words. "And how long has your Roarke been missing?" She spoke his name on purpose, to cement the moniker in her memory. Heaven knew how terrible she was with remembering these things, and how important she remember now.