Sunspire Mountains she slipped the lock, and changed her dress

Wylla's flat eyes held the simmering magma of Tiercel's for a long moment. Her first-born's words made her flinch a little, and the only reason her daughter's cool greeting didn't cleave her heart in two was that there was nothing left to harm. It was already in tatters.

She tried to recall the last time she'd seen Tiercel. She thought it was Keokuk Glade, when her daughter set out with her cousin to explore the world or whatever it was they'd done. When Singra returned without her, Wylla herself had left, only to find her way back to this wilderness, where she'd settled down and forgotten. No—never forgotten. Other matters had simply needed her attention more, and finding Tiercel had been placed on the back burner. It wasn't like she could canvas the whole entire world for her wayward child.

She could recall nothing deserving of the contemptuous spark of Tiercel's eyes, and that was how she knew. This was only in her mind. You're not real, she said sadly, hoping to dispel the illusion of her lost daughter with that declaration, much as the reminder of another loss in her life stung her.