Lost Creek Hollow sicillian crest

he can't track the minute changes of her expression -- all he really can observe is that she seems stern. not at all like his mothers... not, necessarily, that that's a bad thing. straightening almost unconsciously, okeanos forges ahead. "i'm okeanos -- terance's son. i was hoping i'd have the chance to, um, meet you while i was visiting." pause. "and my new siblings, if you were okay with that." hopefully he tilts his head, waiting for her response.