The girl's expression shifted slowly, the brightness in her face dimming and the joy in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by something far and distant, "Evereth, as you know is— I mean, was a creature that called as the firstkind," she said quietly, almost as if speaking to herself.
"And he had lived for a very, very long time, feared by many and worshiped by some, regardless, he had been alone for a long time...I can only imagine how lonely he must be, then again, Evereth might not have known what lonely was untill he met me..."
Her voice faltered for a moment, the weight of memory creeping into her tone. "He found me to be precise. I must've been seven or eight at the time, I don't remember much, but I remember my father had died in a hunting accident and my mother... she fell ill and passed not long after, perhaps she was brokenhearted, doesn't matter, in the end I was left alone."
She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the fabric of her sleeve.
