It's not long before my call is answered with a familiarly eager “Sister!”. There’s something about being welcomed as family by a stranger yet one with whom you hold a fraternal bond. As the young girl danced around me, her form a blur of charcoal and amber, I found it impossible not to reciprocate the display, overcome with nostalgic joy. I was taken back to a simpler time when I’d first arrived in Moladion and fell in love with Taika, the kindred spirit had taken me in and shown me a new meaning of family and a home defined not by where you are but by whom you are with. ”Masque! Sister!” I pant, more out of excitement than exhaustion, ”I- …’daughter of Taika’??” I balk, unable to fully believe my ears. Taika, my Taika, a mother? I can’t help but laugh with joyous amusement. ”It seems the free spirits life couldn’t tame have tamed themselves; I am Coquette, formerly of the gypsies, and soul-bound sister of Taika. I suppose that makes me your aunt!” I endearingly look over the girl again, she can’t be more than three or four, I wonder what else Taika’s been up to since I was dragged away from Moladion those years ago. ”I’m very glad to meet you, Masque. I came here chasing rumors your mother had settled down in Taviora. I haven’t seen her in years and I yearn to reunite with my sister; can you take me to her?”