The thought of Heela walking through the depressing halls of this tower with all those voices in her head once upon a time nearly makes me feel bad for her.
I get over it, she is a tough woman.
The cobblestone stairs curve left and right as we move down, what seems for a long time.
Milk catches me up on our mother as we go.
"What was she like"?
His answer is immediate, and exasperated.
"Her name is Ilmo, after the third holy priestess of of Useja".
"She was also a priestess of Useja, and lived at the Church all her life, no one wanted her blood because she was a Jun... until she had us that is".
"The woman was a true believer in God, she said she heard the voice of God all her life".
"When she was turned, she gave blood unashamedly, she said it was her duty".
"She made sure I ate a lot of food".
I nod, she sounds like an eccentric lady.
"She was sixty years old when she had us".
