Caelia had planned to go back to the hotel to drop off the things she'd just bought before formulating some sort of search plan. The psychic had told her that her family would be in this part of Michigan, and her powers had led her to Scarlet Oak, but neither had provided something simple like an address.
She was stopped, though, by a low hoot from Celeste, who then informed her that there was a very excitable bird approaching that seemed to be in distress. Curious, Caelia turned in the direction her familiar indicated and nearly froze on the spot. If she hadn't been there specifically to look for her family, she would have thought it impossible.
As it was, the boy she was currently staring at was older than she remembered - as he should be, she reminded herself - and had a different bearing than her little brother had had when last she'd seen him. It was enough to make her doubt, to force herself not to get her hopes up, but not enough to keep her silent.
"Little brother?" she called out in Greek, questioning her own eyes and what they were seeing as much as she was questioning him. If he didn't understand her, that would be enough to tell her what she needed to know.