ZINA
Putting all her concentration on the Flanders she arranged them as Dawn had taught her. She wondered what was the new name the woman had probably assumed by then.
Zina didn't see it before, but she had to admit that it was wholeselme and in the resting to wake up everyday with a new name for it meant that one lived a good life where each new day came with a renewed sense of purpose.
Just like Dawn, Zina had been forced to realize that in some twisted ways, her mother had lived that same kind of life. Even though she was bound and tethered, each day she breathed for the next shred of information that she would glean from her captors who deemed her as nothing more than a hollow vessel they could use at their convenience.
And let's just after twenty-four years of watching her daughter forcefully taken away from her, the former Luna of the Screamers Pack, Ameneris, had a whole army of information at her hands.
