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The memories of her mother had faded over the years until all she was left with was the vague notion of a warm smile and wild brown hair. She had been far too young when her mother left to fix anything vividly in her mind and she knew she was lucky even to remember what she did. Her father would tell her stories of her mother so often she felt much more familiar than she should. He would tell her repeatedly of how like Claire Faith was and how her eyes were almost identical, even if they had more of the shape of his to them.
She longed so very much to know her mother, and the sibling she had disappeared through the stones to save. But, at two and twenty, she had rather given up hope of ever seeing her again. If she was going to come back to her, back to her father, then she would have done so already, surely? Her father was always telling her of how much Claire had loved her, loved him. Nothing would keep you from a love like that, would it? Nothing save perhaps her sibling being unable to travel too.
In her weaker moments Faith would wish that her mother would chose her but it rarely lasted long. Logic would always win out and she knew that Claire would be here with her if she could. It was only the longing of missing a mother barely known that would make her feel this way.
Her mind had been lingering on her mother as she walked the cobbles back to the print shop which was why when she entered, she was convinced that she was imagining the woman standing behind the counter. She had the wild hair of her mother than Faith remembered, even if it was partially tamed in an up-do just now and her face...God it was like looking in the mirror.
“Mama?”
The voice was cracked with emotion as she stared at the woman before her. She still wasn’t convinced that she wasn’t imagining the apparition but she found she didn’t much care. She knew who this was, and even if she faded into the mist after a moment, it was the clearest her mother had ever appeared to her.
