One instant, she stood where she was. The next, she was in front of Sylvaris. The moon elf gasped as a hand settled on her shoulder.
"You did an excellent job raising such a wonderful daughter, child of my blood." Luminara declared.
Sylvaris's legs instantly gave out.
She sank to her knees as if the ground had been pulled from under her, hands bracing uselessly against the earth. Her breath came apart, chest hitching as tears spilled freely now.
To elves, Luminara was not just a progenitor.
She was origin given form. The one whose blood shaped their ears, whose will carved their souls. A presence spoken of in hymns and carved into ancient bark.
And she had spoken to Sylvaris as one mother to another, congratulating the effort she put into raising this girl into what she was today.
"I am so happy I could die…" Sylvaris whispered, words breaking as they left her.
