Nobility in his eyes, he continued to stare—yet, the domineering front could only remain for so long.

'You are brave,' Lugh's tail swept once. No one had ever called him that before—in fact, usually, it was quite the opposite. He was shy. Skittish. Only a few weeks ago, he'd be hiding behind Ma's legs.

...when did that change?

'I do not come to take.' The stranger's words snapped him out of his reverie, his ears perked at her words. 'Only to pass. To look. To remember.' Remember? Remember what? He chirped up, head tilting to the side, scowling in confusion.

'I am Silatuyok. Plains-walker. I is no enemy to Avon.' Silatuyok. Silatuyok. The name was a mouthful. Lugh canted his head back upright before he spoke once again. S-Si... Silatuyok, he parroted, tongue twisting in odd angles that it never had before.

Have ye been here before? For a few fleeting moments, he paused; he always had the habit of asking questions with far too little context. The boy released a pensive breath before speaking up again. This... world, I mean. Not here here.

It was an question simple enough; an action to confirm—was this woman like him? Like his Ma? With a home and a life before this strange world, Mythris.