Falls of the Hinterlands Mama, we're meant for the flies

Water welled in the corner of her large, ocean eyes.
He didn't need to be sorry. She was responsible. She could have saved him.
And she failed. Bronwen too.

Vanity. A woman who took in her child and raised him. Replaced. Sacnite...Phex...she was just a memory to this boy; this man. Her eyes crinkled, determined not to let the water spillover.
She sunk down, wanting to lay down, to curl up and cry.
Water crested at her chest, making her pause.
The water.
She slowly stood back up, looking at her stark socks though the rushing depths.

"I don't know where Bronwen went..." she whispered. Did he remember her? Surely. She really hoped so, because the memory of her daughter was starting to fade for her...
Those bright, almost silver ice eyes. Her lush, soft fur and a matching splash upon her crest.
Her namesake.

"I'm a terrible Mother." She looked up to Valour. She'd avoided the question. She didn't want to admit she wasn't ok. She didn't want to admit she was falling apart.