"Zellira, how... Fortunate that our paths cross at such a time," Mekoa greeted her old friend with ease and a hint of sarcasm. Many years ago, when she had still been a part of her people, she and Zellira had been joking rivals. Sisters, almost. Then she had run away and Zellira hadn't crossed her mind a single moment. Until now. "What brings the Shadows, along with yourself, so far south? I thought your people enjoyed the north better than the south."