It was difficult to understand and she finds that each day, she understands just a little less. She has always known her father as he is, never what he was and so when her mother had spoken to them about needing to leave so that he would return to that other self...well, Maiko didn't understand. Did she want him to become somebody else? What if that new somebody didn't love her and her brothers as much as he did when he had left? It made her uncertain and she wasn't accustomed to that at all. And now? Well, now she had nobody to talk to about that. They were gone.

The fields to the west of Diveen were new to her though she was always teetering on their edge to get a better look at the world beyond. With nobody to stop her, she was more capable to give in to her exploration and come the morning, she was quick to lope across the boundaries and into the spring fields. Though she is in awe of the flowers and the young birds that sing about in the sky, it is a quiet awe, one she keeps close to her chest as she ambles through the tall grass. She is poised, flowing like water as she pretends like she has direction - but she is just drifting. It is her silence that betrays her position though.

There he is. Stranger, new, like her with his quietness. He wears a head of ginger and it makes her stop dead in her tracks as her ears tilt forward and her eyes widen. Is he like her brother? He is like her - like him. Had he eaten a sibling in the womb too? Whose head and neck did he wear? She smiles, small and hesitant as she begins to pace forward again. "Sumimasen!" She calls out with a voice like a windchime, her tail waving behind her as she invites him forward. "Chotto matte kudasai!" She tells him to wait for she is some several yards behind him then but she is quick to roll her eyes and speed up. After all, he isn't looking at her yet - she doesn't have to worry about being a lady if he can't see her be otherwise.