Broken Antler Fen mutuus

Maia was full to the brim with pride, watching the visitor address Roswell as the proper guardian he was, but it also accentuated just how big he'd gotten. Time was flying by faster than she could track it.

She waited until he looked back and asked for her, then smiled (a little sheepishly - hopefully they didn't think she was rude).

Hello. I'm Maia. I'd be glad to hear it, and I'm sure Roswell could take a message to Teya too? She smiled at him and gave his hip a gentle, subtle bump, hopefully letting him know how well he'd done.

A billion questions buzzed in Maia's head - who was this stranger? Where did they come from, and how did they know Teya? He talked so formally, and his name was so different, but something about it felt familiar. Why? She couldn't immediately recognize the echoes from her father's recollections, as few and far between as those were. And she didn't want to completely overwhelm him (or herself), so she stuck to just letting him speak and clamped the lid on those. For now.