"I am not angry with you." It was true. Letha was not angry. It was an emotion she knew well, and what she was feeling now was not it. There was anger there, somewhere, stirring and rumbling. But it was not directed towards Seren. Instead, it was directed towards the goddess that this child called mother. She sighed, her shoulders dropping some in her own confusion, her own disappointment.
"I don't want you to disobey your Ma." Letha kicked herself, hard, mentally. How dare she share her own mother's title with Seren's, who had put ideals of hatred in this child's head. "It's okay if you need to go because she told you to stay away from people like me," Her own words stung coming out of her mouth, but even if she didn't want the girl to hate her, she would not force her to stay here with her. "I just want you to know that I am good, okay?"
L e t h a
Where will I find peace other than in oblivion?
