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|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
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|| Dear Winter || AJR ||
Winter got Elise a cup of water anyway, just in case and set down on the edge of the bed. She listened to Elise speak, about wanting to restart the farm that Winter's Grandparents had sold. Winter was hesitant, but Elise offered to take it over for her. "I couldn't have you do that, you have enough on your own hands." Elise and Claude would be running the Von Hresvelg household now that their parents had been killed. "I would be willing," Winter replied, picking at her stockings. She had real clothes again, not just sweat pants and tank tops from the reserve rooms. Oliver made sure that all of them were dressed presentably, considering they were vassals and all. He wanted them to look the part, of course.
"I was thinking, actually." She smoothed down invisble wrinkles in her dress, fully prepared for the backlash. "Since I have a clue who my Father is, I want to follow it." She looked up at Elise, clear pain in her eyes. "I never knew my Father and my Mother died a few days after I was born." She was opening up, something Winter almost never did. "So if there's a chance that I could find my Dad, to have some closure and find out why he left me... then I would like to take it." There was a small problem, of course. "When I was reviving you," Winter began. "The spirits told me I was the child of Zeus." How could she put this lightly? It was definitely not going to make sense. "If I am, that means Zeus, the Heir, is my Father."
Which would make Winter... well, she wasn't even sure. "To find my Dad, I have to go to the spirit world." She would have to return to the Boundary. They weren't going to be happy with it, Winter was sure. "It's something I need to do," her hands clutched the fabric of her dress. She wanted closure, she wanted to know who her Dad was. "I know you probably aren't happy with this decision." Winter was sure that Elise would demand that she remain here. She hadn't told the others yet either, "You're the first person I've confided in." Evne if she was becoming friendly with the others, WInter had yet to truly tell them anything about her. As much as they pushed, Winter just wasn't comfortable telling them much about her yet.
Elise and Claude on the other hand, Winter felt she could speak to normally. From the very first moment with Claude, Winter had felt comforatable with him. He had made her feel at home, or maybe that was Cynthia. There was a pang in her chest. "Has anyone told you yet?" Winter asked, suddenly realizing that Elise might not know. "About your parents, I mean?" Had Claude told her? Or Mercedes? Winter had told Claude of course, breaking the news to him. She hadn't cried, she didn't feel she was allowed to mourn them. Winter wasn't their child, not really, they had merely adopted her on a whim and even that had been short-lived.