Lyrics takes her arms and wraps them around her father lovingly. "We all went to talk with Zarzanna and she told us about the prophecy of the Silent Gods... Are you familiar with this prophecy, Papa?"
Harmon shakes his head and settles back onto his pillows. "I know crops not prophecies, Lyrica. I've never heard of the Silent Gods."
"When I met Zarzanna, we spoke of Mama and our family. Do you think we were ever unkind to her? I think she has been rather lonely these past years. Do you think it is ok to talk with her? She seems to know a great deal of information."
The farmer seems suddenly weary, "Your mother, Sarenrae keep her, was a woman of strong opinions and could be hard-hearted. She held no love for the hag.As for what you should do... you've wielded a blade. You've fought and bled. You are a woman grown and can make your own decision in this. Now, you may not be tired but I am - I need sleep. Go rest now and I will see you tomorrow. Goodnight, daughter." With that he closes his eyes and falls back to sleep.