"Then I shall ask around - I know a few already who might know of Mrs. Vorona better than I," Tanwen drawled, shifting to lean forward in her chair, glancing towards the grandfather clock that sat in the corner of the room. The clock had shifted to the hour in the time they'd been talking. "Don't worry, I won't mention your name. I'll find another reason to be asking. Maybe something about the children's education and wanting to know who teaches them would work."

She stood, moving to excuse herself from her brother. "I will let you know what I hear. It is nice to see you taking an interest, Emyrs. I'm glad. But now I'm afraid I'm running late. I'll send word, either a letter or I'll stop by."