Seaside Moors you will remember me

‘Why?’
 
Regin’s nose scrunched with distaste at that word, offered so plainly at her request that she felt it really didn’t matter why she wanted it… it would likely never happen. The young siren could feel a bubbling of anger in her chest and she scowled before turning her head away from her mother and toward the path she had intended to take.
 
“Cause. It seems better than here,” she answered in a surly tone. At that point in her life, Regin might have thought that just about anywhere was better than the moors where they had settled. She wasn’t pleased with the chain of events that had put her life in that position and she wasn’t going to be shy about vocalizing that.