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[Wyatti]

Wyatti did not speak, or more over there was no need to speak. She watched the two men let their emotions run raw, placing their deepest thoughts and memories before them. She watched regret form in Valo’s face, his fist clenching, his brow sinking, she felt Lance becoming calm, but his focus still trapped in the past. And then there was her, and no doubt the questions they would indeed ask. She swallowed and looked upon Valo.

“I think… your mother will love you no matter what you do, or where you are,” her own brow creased as she tried to think of the words. Her mother always loved her, always tried to protect her, to wipe away the tears when she cried, and cast away the hurt right until the final second “And it is their precious child’s happiness that is far more important than their own. For when their child is happy, they become proud of themselves for having done a good job.”

Perhaps indeed it was gibberish from a child, but to Wyatti at least it made sense. Mother was always proud of her, for always trying to do the right thing no matter the cost, right up and till the last moment. Her head returned to Lance’s back. She had no desire to talk about the past, it was still too bright and piercing in her mind, it made her tremble in fear, to make dark nightmares creep in and take hold. But a story she would indeed have to tell, not hers however.

“My turn is it?” she paused and peered at the two men, trying to remember the tale in her mind “Here we go then.”

She took in a deep breath, her eyes closing for a moment as if she was trying to summon the memory from the depths of her mind without awakening any other thoughts.

“There was once a woman called Leondi, who was more beautiful than beautiful. At first she was a traveller, she wandered all of Mizahar, searching and looking for all manner of mysteries, until one day she met a handsome Knight,” she paused for a moment “I think his name was… I cannot remember, so let’s call him…” her eyes darted around the room for inspiration until it landed on the fire “Fenris! But yes, Leondi met a handsome knight name Fenris. The two travelled the lands together, and had many adventures, until they eventually settled in Syliras because apparently it’s a really nice place.”

At first she was struggling to remember, but as she spoke she pulled away from Lance and shuffled round so her back instead was resting against his. She pulled out the ring again, feeling the cool metal warm up in her hand, her fingers caressing the eagle signet, as the words came back to her. She could hear the whisper of her mother’s voice in her ear, and the words in turn flowed form Wyatti’s lips, so certain, and so full of confidence.

“For years the two lived together, bonding and happy, falling in love, adoring and serving one and other, until one day an greedy monster appeared,” her voiced seemed to darken “The monster was jealous of Fenris, and so in the middle of the night he swooped down and kidnapped the beautiful Leondi, and dragged her away, locking her high in a tower. The brave knight Fenris grew angry, and chased down the monster to the top of his tower, demanding his one and only love. The monster and the knight fought, not only with words but with cold, harsh steel, for days upon days. But the monster had the people with him, and turned Fenris’ home against him. He cast the knight down from his pincale, stripping him of his strength and into the murky depths of below, and his Leondi was taken far away from him to another place, imprisoned in her own horrible hell. And the two never saw each other ever again.”

She exhaled, her mind quickly checking what she said, that the tale of her mother once told was indeed correct. She did not want to get it wrong now. Not after listening to it since she was born, it was a precious tale after all. It was Leondi’s tale, her mother’s tale, and not once did she ever want to tarnish it.