Moving On Up

The silvered woman cast a side-eye at the fae beside her as she began to speak. Of course Luta knew her mother. By the expression on her face, she wondered if the two might have been friends. Or perhaps her mother simply had that sort of impact upon those of the pack. From what she'd heard, the woman had been a pillar. A personality. She would never know first hand. The time had come and gone and Eska had been too late.

Luta came straight out and asked if Eska had known her mother. Obsidian ears stood erect as the silver and black fae moved down the stairs. "No. We were separated by a landslide when I was still a child. She believed that I died along with my siblings." Coming to the bottom of the stairs, Eska moved back out into the light of day. "I was washed downstream and a friend of my family found me. By the time I was able to be moved, my mother was gone. I've spent my life looking for her." A light shrug was given. Luta knew the rest of the story so there was no reason to say it aloud.
"Eska"