Barrow Fields You don't have to worry

From my mom, Maia answered, and she felt a little less of that familiar sadness this time.  She used to tell us all kinds of stories about all kinds of things.  That's why I'm a storyteller, and my older sister is too.  She dreamed of being as good as Osprey someday, and remembering the fun of her mom's stories helped a lot with the still somewhat-raw feeling.  She never would have dreamed her last time seeing them would have been her last.

Did your parents tell you any stories?  That had to be upsetting if not, Maia thought naively.  Even Dante had told them every so often, though his hadn't been nearly as fun as her mom's.