Willow’s story: I've been wondering about Brinnid a lot and his formative years. I would like a story from his childhood, preferably an interaction with his mother. This is what came out. I know it's short and raises more questions than it answers, but this is the best ending for it for now.
Cordeneen, Sairland, 968 KY
“I told you to stay away from the old cistern!” said Queen Arricta. She scrubbed algae from her young son’s ears, harder than she needed to.
“I’m sorry, Mama!” wailed Brinnid.
“You know no one goes down there! You could have drowned! If your brother hadn’t been with you, you would have! And you!” she said, turning on Bannig. “You’re the elder, you should know better!”