ELRETH
Elia dropped the last armful of clothing into the bag, then returned to her daughter's side. Elreth stared down at her. Elia's eyes were kind, lined at the corners, and her blonde hair was shifting slowly towards gray. But she was strong and lithe, and she moved like a cat. A small cat, by Anima standards, but not one to be trifled with.
"Don't you understand, Elreth?" her mother said, reaching a hand up to stroke her face. "You won the challenge because of your heart. Your mind. Your intentions. Not because of some grand road map. You don't have to decide what you're going to do. You only need to decide who you are—and who you have yet to become. The rest will happen naturally."
