Merida’s left eyebrow arched as she examined her needlework still not entirely too pleased with the way the stitching had went. Perhaps another row would do. A knock at the door stirred her, having her realize she had been sitting for a rather long period of time - stretching as she stood. “Just a minute!” she called when the knock sounded again, draping a blanket around her shoulders.
As she opened the door her jaw drop and not soon after her lungs filled with air sucking in a sharp breath that hurt it was so fast. The hooded woman lifted her face to reveal auburn tendrils almost identitical to Merida’s own.
She was really at a loss for words. “M….Mum?”
The woman smiled. “Aye.”
With a strangled noise of joy she jumped into her Mother’s arms and cried as loud and unabashed as if she were a wee bairn again.