Firefly Glen [PHE] kru

he would have; john would have done anything for her. for heda. but it wasn't heda sitting forlorn beside him, only the shade of the girl who had left rivenwood that very first time, so many years ago it felt.
"simeon." 
hot tears flowed over her cheekbones once more. it felt a lifetime ago that john's mention of the baptism would have pleased her so deeply. her sons lived. 
but her daughters.
"i left druid's children. i —" and the story began to fly out of her mouth; glaukos, druid, the eight children born. the strife after. yes. she spoke of herself as fallen, a pregnant woman who needed the protection of her sister.
and she described the sickness, the way it had compelled druid to attack her. how seeing herself left with eight children and alone once more. she told of how she had left that day and returned to find anselm gone, amadeo bloodied, and gideon kidnapped by someone else who had invaded.
no time to process that before the snap of her sister's teeth had blanked her mind and made the choice of her biological son over the others she loved just as much.
"i shouldn't have ever been a mother," skaigona said after some quiet had passed. her voice thrummed with her deadly seriousness. "all i've done is lead my children to torment." and now god was slowly siphoning her health for it. considering the way etienne had looked at her the last time they'd met, she could almost laugh. don't worry. i'm getting what i deserve.