The Guardian did not wish to speak first. Restitution’s burden did
not lie with her.
The infamous
mother also hesitated, knowing words would never be enough to blot out the
deep, enduring stains of her sin.
For long moments,
they regarded each other, silent and unmoving. They were of a height now, in
appearance more like near sisters than estranged mother and child.
The fragile
stalemate was shattered abruptly as Flyria dropped to her knees in the dust at
her daughter’s feet, head bowed, unwilling or unable to meet Krena’s gaze.
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