“I suppose the first thing to ask of you, I guess, is whether you remember my parents.” Lyria’s mother said. She sounded weary, and for a moment, Lyria felt a flash of regret as she shook her head.
“Not much,” Lyria replied. “I remember Granfer would go on runs with me on his back… and how Granferra would scold him after,” she laughed. “And I remember that they kept a room for me in their house, the green one.”
“That’s right,” her mother smiled. “I was their only child, and at that time, you were my only child. They doted on you.”
“I remember,” Lyria said with a soft smile.
“Do you remember what happened? When I was pregnant with Aitra, we told you that had died.” Bella said, looking sadly at her, lost in thought for a moment. “You were so young, only six or seven, we never had to expl
