Ylva squirms a little, in the way of someone talking about something close to her heart. "Daenan is who found me when I was a pup. He couldn't take me from my family so he taught me things there in the woods. Like, how to talk. And magic. He's a druid, so am I." She frowns a little. "I haven't seen him in a long time. I don't know if he's still alive."
Elsie's eyes soften with understanding. She was never so close to the Wilders that gathered to commune with her and mother, and who took care of her once mother passed. But they did try to teach her as much as they could.
"Some part lives," Elsie says, reaching to put her hand over Ylva's chest. "Here."
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Ylva squirms a little, in the way of someone talking about something close to her heart. "Daenan is who found me when I was a pup. He couldn't take me from my family so he taught me things there in the woods. Like, how to talk. And magic. He's a druid, so am I." She frowns a little. "I haven't seen him in a long time. I don't know if he's still alive."
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"Some part lives," Elsie says, reaching to put her hand over Ylva's chest. "Here."