October 2, 1345.
The Wailing Wench,
The city of Dromnerty,
The Harbour town of Myknos.
Lady Odeya Katarina Black
"Mother?" Odeya asked in shock, still trying to process the scene in front of her.
She had expected...well expected something less fancy or comfortable. Here was the mother she thought had been in mortal danger alive and looking better than ever.
"Are you unwell dear?" Her mother asked getting up.
She was also a tall lady, nearly her daughter's height, with a slim build. Her long curly black hair that reached her bottom shone from a good amount of oils and brushing. The daisy scent that always surrounded her mother hung in the air filling Odeya with a sense of nostalgia.
She had missed her mother, there was no doubt about that but seeing her so well dressed and happy sent a pang of hurt into her gut.
'Didn't she want me? Why didn't she look for me?' Odeya's thought, her heart breaking a little more with each question.
