The Heart Is A Lyre.

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It was good to be home after a nearly six week trip. Lina was very pleased with meeting Ahti's parents and tribe. Being out out the city was refreshing. Though, the wedding and recent diagnosis of pregnancy, has her nostalgic for her mother. Unpacking from the trip, Lina pulls out the chest that was her mothers.

Found after her death, Lina recalls the items she found inside of it, confirming her mother's wealthy lifestyle before her marriage to her father. As she opens the chest, now being used to store linens. She brushes her hand over the crest engraved at the bottom, tracing her fingers over the design. "Who were you.. what does this mean... Mother, why did you wish to conceal your family?" she asks herself, a tear running down her cheek.

Lina sets the cloths and blankets back inside of the chest as she closes it and slides it back into the closet.
She takes a seat on floor, leaning against the closet wall. She wonders if her sister Amy is right. Maybe her mother's family is horrible, maybe they're cruel, perhaps she best to forget them…. But then that small flicker of curiosity sparks again. What if? She suddenly gets an Idea. As she grabs a piece of paper, she takes some ink, smearing it with a cloth to imprint the design. "I wonder if my friends would know what this mean…", she thinks to herself.