Picking up her dark purple skirts the young woman takes you back outside. Stepping over patches of grass you follow her around to the back of the house, where a small garden sits with a shed at one end, and a bench at the other.

On the other side of the garden is a small basket, and in the basket are two puppies. A boy of about eight years old sits next to the basket, playing with the puppies. Poldara calls out to him, "Dimitri! Cheet noal!"

The boy looks up, then carefully setting one of the puppies back into the basket, he taps each one on the nose before running over to where his mother stands. Looking him over you realize that the boy is only about eight years younger than his mother.

Dimitri bows politely to you then looks expectantly at his mother, "C'red?"

Poldara motions to her son,"My son, Dimitri."

The boy nods to you in greeting, realizing now that you are a visitor and his mother is just introducing you to him. He looks up at you with green eyes, hauntingly similar to his mother's. His dark red hair falls in disarray on top of his head, and a few freckles trail the bridge of his nose, atop pale white skin, also matching his mother's. He is tall for his age, but not extremely, for he is only eight years old.

"I see that you are not from around here?" He speaks Common with a slight Gaelic accent, just as his mother, but he speaks it better, showing that he grew up speaking Common more than she did.

Poldara steps over and puts her hands on her sons cheeks, resting her forehead against his, green eyes looking into the same green eyes. You notice now that both mother and son are about the same height. She talks to him ever so softly in Gaelic, only a few words are heard that sound only like a mumbling.

Dimitri nods slowly as she speaks, as if she's rattling off a list of chores that he needed to do. She smiles and kisses his forehead, he turns around immediately and runs over to pick up the basket the puppies are in and disappear behind the shed.

"Back?"