Deepwood Weald 'cause you'll never find the answers

Marruz was slightly surprised to see how his words affected the woman. Her tone seemed to freeze in the wind. Similar to himself, there was a flurry of tension that gripped her features at the name.

Sure, there was little recognition. It had, after all, been many years that had passed. Yet, the fact that there was anything at all was enough for Marruz. And maybe it comforted him, also, to think that she would differ from being likened to his father. 

Marruz did not respond this time. He only tugged his long appendages into swift strides, crossing the clearing to close the lengthening gap between them. When he reached her side - an easy venture considering his boyish agility - his tall, slender form cast a faint shadow upon the choleric lady. 

"Do you see him in me?" his voice, upon a rare instance, tremored. "At all?"