How did I not see it? Ten years and more I have had this, it has stared me in the face, left behind in the Wilds and delivered into my hands.

My mother...in all the tales there was a thing she spoke with that made her the thing of legend. If it was no demon, if it was no spirit, if this Geldauran speaks any fragment that might be trusted...then it was her. Mythal somehow. Impossible as that seems.

[And there are parts that make sense more than just the tales. Even how her mother spoke. Held herself. Knowledge gleaned that couldn't simply be credited to unnaturally long life but it chokes her.

Shapeshifting, after, has more in common with elven magic than that of a Circle mage.]

I have no proof enough to give to satisfy but I know this in my heart enough to sicken me.