Letha had not yet met the Voice, but the trepidation it put into the little girl was vastly different than the admiration Amun had spoken with about her. Confusion and pain wracked her, and Letha sighed, deeply. "I can't tell you if she is good or bad." It was honesty, and it was all she could muster. "I can only tell you that I am good." She swallowed, pushing down the lump that had stared to form.
Letha did not really know why she was so wholly consumed with what this little girl thought of her. She had never been one to be desperate for the approval of others. In fact, she hated trying to live up to the expectations of other people. It was too difficult and overwhelming. But now, standing before Seren, all Letha wanted to know was that this little girl was not afraid of her, that she didn't hate her.
L e t h a
Where will I find peace other than in oblivion?
