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Watchful grey eyes followed the movement of her father as he repaired the fletchings of his arrows. Kitara sat quietly with her head resting against his chair.
“Da’...” she began. He hummed in response. “Can you tell me about mother again?”
Her father nodded before placing his quiver on the floor. He lifted Kitara off the floor, placing the girl on his lap. Reaching behind him he grabbed a well-worn quilt and wrapped it around her.
“Your mother was as beautiful as a primrose on a midsummer’s day. I thought she was a dream when I first saw her. When she had chosen me, I thought she surely must have been mistaken.” His voice had an air of longing to it.
Kitara’s father had known humans were mortal, but he had never expected mortality to claim his wife so soon. Kitara had been but a baby when Tala had succumbed to illness. Kitara had no true memories of her mother, but she always told him she remembered kind blue eyes.
“The first time I had met your mother, her family had been chased off the main road by bandits. I guided them through the woods and sent them on their way. I expected that to be the last I saw of her. Turns out she had other ideas. The next time I saw her, she was being chased by a pack of wild wargs. She had taken a cub out of a trap to treat it, but didn’t know the mother was right behind her.She ran into me and took shelter near me long enough to treat the cub. The wargs stopped chasing her once they got their baby back. Tala kept finding excuses to come back. Her father wasn’t pleased when he found a wood elf courting his daughter.” He shook his head.
Looking down he saw Kitara asleep against his chest. She looked so much like her mother sometimes. Her dark hair and strong independence was Tala through and through. A pang of longing shot through his heart.
“I will give you the best life I can, child.”