Leilani's mother, Zuleika, had headed to the kitchen to prepare soup for the girl. She literally felt sorry for the poor thing. She couldn't remember her history, herself and even anything.
The woman's lips pursed as her eyes glowed with the light from the firewood underneath the cooking pot.
When they had found her, unconscious and close to death, her heart hurt, because she knew she was a young girl. She must have been assaulted by an animal, although her injuries didn't look like claws.
She also noticed her clothes were well woven and designed. She was possibly someone from high society. And she could sense it too, in her magic essence.
But she wondered why she was lying close to the water with injuries. People rarely passed through that area, except during early morning travels.
Was she attacked on a journey?
The woman sighed, shaking her head. But, she also needed to let the Chief know. At the thought, her eyes drifted upwards. She wondered what he would say.
