Broken Antler Fen Where are tHE TURTLES?! WHERE ARE THEY?!

Her nose wrinkled as she pondered this creature and its existence. She'd certainly never seen one before. . .but then, they were apparently hard to see. But Lilitu was running everywhere; surely she'd have bumped into one by accident eventually? Yet this was all new to her.

The exchange of names brought things into more of a state of reality. I'm Lilitu, she said. Hi, Maia. Do you know my mama or papa? Or Wraen? 

Well, of course she did. Maia knew about the trolls. Why wouldn't she be familiar with the wolves of the fen?

What do you sing to them? Lilitu inquired, naturally drawn back to the wonder of Maia's tale. Mama likes to sing with us. We make up songs a lot. Sometimes they're pretty silly. But always, always, beautiful, Ibis and her daughters, the three of their voices in harmony.