She took another deep breath, it didn't hurt so much to retell the tale anymore but it would always be upsetting. "I found my brother throwing my son against a tree. We fought and I left him for dead. By the time I managed to return to the path I had followed down this side of the mountain, a mudslide had washed it away. I was convinced your father and Lily were still at the Lake, but they were trapped on this side too." Hadn't that been why she had panicked so when Aponi ran off to be with Karpos? It had taken years for her to willingly step on this side of the mountain again. "It took months for me to find my way back. I had a child to care for, but he quickly grew too large for me to carry him up the cliffs. We had to go south." So far south.
"We finally made it back, they didn't believe me. My children didn't know who I was, they made me lowest. I tried to challenge, but the male leader Ash, interfered. So I decided I was done. Eventually I found your father, Rhysis, but Lily wasn't with him. I thought she must have been dead. Somewhere along the way he had picked up Mapplethorpe. I recruited and I went to the lake to take back my children. Datura came, Belladonna didn't. We made our way to the pass where you were born... but things like that, they change people. Your father was always a little volatile but he was so much worse by then. He left while I was pregnant, I didn't bother searching. We were all better off without him. Mapplethorpe was always the father you should have had."
Of course she was ommiting her tyst with Triell. She didn't want to complicate things further. But should she have mentioned it? Probably. "Children can't be replaced, although it may feel that way to them. I've never not loved you, we're just too much alike. Pig-headed." She dared to add with a chuckle, "We will always butt heads, but that doesn't mean I'm not proud of you." There, it was said. She doubted any of it would go down well but she was too content with herself to mind so much anymore.