Redhawk Caldera u r b a n i

She glanced sweetly at Ani, and replied, She died—I was away. I think she was sick. That's what they told me.

Lilitu moved to sit close to the girl, settling upon the leaves with a sigh, her breath and movement sending the fog stirring in her midst.

My mother was a princess, and my father a prince, she explained. He rescued her. It was like a fairy tale.

Why would she spin such tales in a girl's head?

It wasn't true.

None of it was true.