The Sentinels the birth of venus

Tansea remained silent, listening as was her usual habit. Her ears flattened in sympathy once more, unable to truly experience what it must be like. Their own mothers were similar somewhat and yet not. Tansea's mother had not physically gone anywhere but when her father died, Mother too had faded into someone unfamiliar to her.

The talk of siblings was not something she could relate to either. Her own sisters had both been persuaded into the cult, married to a male old enough to be their grandfather. It was sickening and their was no love lost between Tansea and either of her siblings.

"Me?" Her tone was surprised as if it were extraordinary that someone would question about her own totally boring life. "Oh well, I am from a land far from here and there isn't much to say about it. It wasn't unlike this place. We lived in a forest atop the cliffs of the sea. My own father passed when I was quite young and my mother was never very maternal," she confided without giving too much away.

"Once Father was gone, Mother was no longer herself and she fell into the wrong group. My sisters went with her. I was raised with them and their new group but was unable to abide their laws and once it was found that I practiced witchcraft, I was forced from them. It wasn't long before I found myself here in Donnelaith."