Let Go Of The Truth

Ulric's ears flicked when she told him she wasn't comfortable talking about her parents and he gave her another apologetic smile, nodding with understanding. "Of course, my apologies. That was very forward of me." He glanced away, trying desperately to redirect his thoughts and convince himself that there was no way she could be his, but... If she was around two years old then... Looking back to her for a moment, he looked at her pale, purple eyes, blinking as a memory suddenly coming back to him, one he hadn't thought about in a long, long time. He didn't want to push her for more information, but would he ever forgive himself if he didn't find out for sure?

"Is... Is your mother's name Bella?" he questioned softly, barely able to get the words past his lips. If she told him no he'd just apologize yet and get and go on his way, but if she said yes... Gods, how was he going to explain this to Eska? That night had been so, so long ago - way before even Azariah came into his life. It felt like a whole lifetime ago, back when he had been a very different man. It felt like the world stopped as he waited for an answer, trying to decide if this young woman was just a coincidental stranger or a daughter he never got to know.

Ulric Adravendi