The White Horse Inn, Act III

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Reya returned to the table with hot toast and juice for breakfast for the two of them. She noticed that the Inn was filling quickly- and so early in the morning! She sat again at the table, handing a plate to her bouncing daughter; where young Delaynn got all that energy Reya would never know, but she sure wanted some of it.

"Thank ya Mommy," Dela smiled and picked up her toast, buttering it. She took a large bite and then said, "Ya have enough money to get Papa some jus' in case he comes back, right?" she flicked away a lock of gold and kept eating.

It was time. Reya had been regretting it for many years, but it had finally come time to tell her sweet daughter that Papa wasn't coming home. "Delaynn, I really need you to stop saying that. There is something I need to tell you."

"Oh, okay," Dela put down her toast and held her head in her hands, elbows propped on the table. "Whaddya wanna tell me?"