((This happened a few months ago, during the yule festival))
Not so very dead after all...
She was asleep in the halls, laying on the bench in front of the fireplace closest to the entrance door. Rimedur was sitting in the chair across from her, close to the fire and wrapped into furs, trying to warm his frozen limbs. He was asleep now too. She had found him close to Frostbluff by coincidence, buried in the snow, lucky that his sword was sticking out above. She, and the others, had already wondered where he had been for the last week, and she'd been very relieved when she dug away the snow and uncovered his face.
The outside door opened, only hearable, not visable from where they were. Though neither of them noticed the sound.
''H-hello?' 'Anyone in here?...''
A voice called from the hallway, a doubting voice with an dunlendin accent. A woman entered, a dark skin and green eyes to go along with her accent, she looked from Savela still asleep on the bench to Rimedur in the chair, not awakened yet either.
She looked over to Savela especially, staring at her for a moment before approaching her untill a few steps from the bench.
''Savela?...' she whispered, 'Savela? Is that you?...''
The girl opened her eyes at the nearby whispers, rubbing the sleep out of it before glaring up at the woman, dazed still. She stood up from the bench slowly, then looked back to the woman, choking on her words by what she realised next.
''Mother?''
The woman nodded, smiling as tears form in the eyes of both,
''So it's true, you're my daughter...''
''Yes ofcourse I am, how would you not know that I am? But how... I -saw- you, falling... they searched for your body... and father's...''
''I... lost my memory, after the fall... I was found, I can't remember... but they took me to elven lands, along with... along with your father... I kept having these dreams, about my own family, halls, but once I woke up, it all seemed fake, like it had never been there. Emdar told me as much as he could about our past, about our home, when he was awake and able to talk....''
''He... he lives too?''
Her mother nodded, still smiling, still crying. ''Yes, his injuries were very bad, noone thought he'd survive... but the elves helped, they allways do... he will arrive here soon too...''
Savela smiled widely now, wiping away her tears as she fell into her mother's arms in a hug, sobbing of relief and silently talking on. ''Why didn't you let us know... we all missed you, -so- much...''
''We couldn't, it would've been too dangerous to... I didn't have a clue what was going on, and your father could only lay still in his bed, if anyone would've come after us...''
Her mother sighed, still holding her arms around her daughter, ''Tylan knew though... he knew and we told him to not tell anyone a thing. Please don't be mad at him, he only did what we told him to...''
Savela nodded slowly, ''I won't... Lucren won't understand it though, he'll be angry...''
Her mother thought for a moment, as if having to recall who Lucren was again, she then smirked, happyness twinkling in her eyes finaly.
''If he does, we'll send Tylan at him.''
