Blackfeather Woods she is the fairies' midwife, and she comes

Bjørn, she whispers, staring at him with a small smile on her face. She holds his gaze, blinking slowly, as if trying to draw him into some sort of hypnosis. That's not the case at all, really, just as her earlier pseudo-seduction. She is simply an intense woman--always has been. She is not shy of that fact. It is better to use it to her advantage, no?

I am Meldresi, Megara fibs, like she had with Cyclone. She watches his expression, searching for the slightest glimmer of recognition. Should she not find it, she will make her farewells and leave. For however interesting this Blackfeather Woods is, it does not hold the secrets of her family. To stay would be a waste of time.

But Meldresi is an interesting enough name, near-impossible to forget. If it sparks something within him, she will see it, and she will press him further.