Sun Mote Copse breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners

Suddenly, the urge to float her idea past Tegan struck her. She hadn't really seen him in a while, having kept her distance during the worst of her homesickness so he wouldn't think she was a wimp or that she wanted to go back to Drageda (she wasn't and she didn't!). Bat leaped to her feet, though before she took more than two steps, her mentor abruptly materialized—or so she thought. "Te—!" she exclaimed, the shout dying in her throat when she realized his dimensions and features weren't quite right. Her mouth clapped shut and she blinked, trying to make sense of what (or, rather, who) she was seeing.

"You're not Tegan!" she said in the next beat, lifting a paw and pointing almost accusingly. But there was no heat in the words. In fact, there was intrigue written all over the youngster's face. She moved closer, feet scraping noisily over the brittle leaf litter on the forest floor. "You look just like him though! Are you his mini-me or something?" she wanted to know, sniffing noses with her mentor's lookalike.