By nightfall, Neveah had come to two conclusions. First, she wouldn't shed any more tears over what she couldn't control. Not when there were things at hand that she could help, right there, right then.
The woman Alessio hid away. What was her name again? Eira...
The name struck Neveah with a startling sense of familiarity, one she had not been able to shake off since it's first mention. She was certain she had heard this name said before, and not just in casual passing. It felt far deeper than that.
Whoever Eira was, Alessio counted on her existence so greatly as a means of taming Neveah. She had to know who she was and exactly how they were connected. She wouldn't be shackled by ties she couldn't even remember.
The second conclusion; she couldn't wait until the moon ceremony.
