Lunaya.
Staying true to her Seer ways, all Pappi told me was Canada. Well East Canada, but nothing concrete. No town name, not the name of my daughter, nothing. I wonder if the hunters kept her birth name, engraved on a dainty bracelet worn on the wrist. I wonder how she escaped them. So many questions. A frenzy of emotions swarmed through my body. Joy, because she lives. Fear, that she will reject me as her mother. Anxiety, being forced to wait even longer before seeing her. Pride, that the Goddess has once again risen, and from my child. But above all, hope. It has been a long time that I felt true unadulterated hope. There have been flickers and small glimmers of it over the years, but they dissipated as quickly as they arrived. This time, the hope stays. It warms my body, prickling ov
