It was not every day, Ekion reflected, that one found the King of Annwn crouched above a doorway, trying desperately to keep his balance on the narrow lintel. Grinning, the pale Siren paused to look up at his friend.

“What, exactly, are you doing?”

Startled, Nathan Thaziazhsta nearly lost his balance. Only a timely grab for the wall spared him an ungainly fall. Irritated, he turned to his General. “Shhh!”

Bemused, Ekion just stared. “Wha-?”

“Sh! She’ll hear you!”

“Who-?”

The sound of a door opening attracted their attention. Frantically, Nathan motioned for Ekion to stop staring at him. Thoroughly confused, the Siren turned to go inside –

- Only to nearly collide with a small girl.

Despite her messy red hair, which no one else in her family possessed, only an idiot would have missed the resemblance between Lith and Nathan. Serious gold eyes regarded Ekion for a moment before the tiny girl continued marching resolutely down the outdoor corridor.

She got only about twenty feet before she stopped, turning back with a narrow-eyed expression so much like her grandmother’s that Ekion couldn’t breathe. Deliberately, the small girl walked back to the doorway, peering up at the lintel.

Grinning rather uncharacteristically, her uncle looked down at her. “I guess you found me, Lith,” Nathan said.

Lith’s serious expression lightened into a broad grin. “Found you! Found you!” sang the girl, jumping in circles and waving her arms in a strange sort of victory dance.

“You did,” repeated her uncle before jumping down. Cheerfully, the little redhead threw herself at Nathan, who caught her and swung her up to sit on his shoulders. “Come, let’s find your mother…”

Smiling, Ekion followed the two down the hall. Truly, that girl was aptly named…