Flycatcher Downs until we go down

Lasher. She had not heard that name in years, not even from her own lips. But she clutched it like a prayer to her heart, always remembering her father as the cornerstone upon which their family was built. Eilidh thought of him every day, and yet here, with this girl, she felt closer to him than she had in these long years apart. The world paused at his name, and relief washed over her in waves. Yes, she replied softly, all thoughts of the hunt forgotten. Who was this girl that knew her father's name?

Lasher is my father. It didn't matter that he was dead, he would always be her beloved father. My name is Eilidh. She paused, her family name forming on her lips. Did she deserve to call herself a Mayfair after all she had been through, all she had done in the name of survival? No matter what she'd done, Eilidh knew her father would love her no matter. Eilidh Mayfair, she finished, her shoulders rising every so slightly. How do you know his name?