“So are you saying that fear of the Ten separates us from the Gods?” The question was from one of the young people, Ormanas, Daurama Liren thought, her fan waving serenely. Her daughter leaned forward, eyes on the dekinas as he rose to answer. My beautiful girl. I worried so. First of all when your father sent you away to the elegant madhouse that the Marble Palace was. It was such a coup for the family, that you would marry the Spark of the Sun’s Ray. I endured losing you, praying every day, every night, hoping that Selinae would be kind and protect you.
And then I lost you again when, without a word to me you were sent away out of the city entire. The Imperator might have told my husband but no on told me. It was like you were stolen away just before the sack, kidnapped. No word, not a single thread of news... and then the sack happened... and then thinking, afterward... that you must have come to some lonely end, but hoping still, until the day you rode...
rode! up to the front door. Lost child lost no more.
She smiled to herself. Youngsters. He was trying so hard to be a proper young man. Kyriala understood quite well that the betrothal that he’d broken off to protect her all those years ago, was still very much in place; at least in Ky's heart if not officially.
Daurama murmured a polite excuse and rose. She really would rather have stayed to listen, but it was necessary that she leave. Not for her the untraditional easement that her beloved daughter had pursued. She'd lived with it her whole life and it was one small piece of normalcy in a world changing almost too quickly.