La La Latch
Ah, so she had been told then. Myth had never asked Lethilan to speak of her to her daughter leaving that choice up to the woman. A part of her had always assumed she would simply raise Lore as her own and never tell her, it wasn’t like Myth had had any plans to come back for her. She had thought of it certainly but she had always accepted that losing Deimos and giving up her daughter was the end of the line. That was the end of that part of her life, just as her parents death had been. And yet here she was, her precious Lore was right in front of her and not only that but she knew who she was. The dappled girl spoke in a whisper and Myth gazed down at her paws listening as her daughter stumbled through the truth. “That is correct.” Her voice was soft. She wanted to apologize, wanted to tell Lore of all that had transpired- tell her that from the moment she had been born that she had loved her, that she had never stopped. But she remained silent, only glancing up from time to time and waited. |