La La Latch
There was no pause, no time to plan her reaction to the answer the dappled girl would give her, regardless of what it was. No she was simply thrust into a reality where she was face to face with her own daughter. The screaming was repeating the spoken words over and over again in her head and Myth suddenly felt very faint. She swayed slightly though managed to remain upright. Before she could stop herself a word was falling from her lips, whispered but said allowed regardless: “Lore?” Finally she seemed to grasp exactly what was going on. Realizing that the girl would be expecting an introduction of her own she struggled to arrange her thoughts. “Sorry, I’m Myth. I was ah… A friend of your mother’s.” Last name was omitted, it would be too much, too quickly. No doubt the simple knowledge that she had known Lethilan would be a surprise enough, there was no need to overload the girl. |