A/N: This is my first fanfic! So please review. Flames are fine, just please explain WHY my writing offends you so much. Also, this is from Sarra's (Daine's mother's) PoV.
Disclaimer: I am not Tamora Pierce, and I did not come up with anything she did. If only.
I look around me, at my new, beautiful home. An abundance of life is everywhere, the various animal gods frolicking in the woods and the stream. Behind me is my house, the cozy cottage I found here when Weiryn brought me here from the Black God's grasp but a few days ago. I shall never forget that feeling of pure joy when I saw him. After that one Beltane night, when I fell madly in love with the tall stranger with an exotic accent, I had never seen him. But I never forgot him, either. I never could bring myself to give my heart to another, not even for the sake of Daine.
My Daine. My beautiful, wild, enchanting Daine. Veralidaine, but she never responded to that. I always knew she was ashamed of her last name: Sarrasri. Daughter of Sarra. Bastard child. But I didn't know the extent of her discontent until it was too late to tell her that there was nothing to be ashamed of. She was borne of love, not a cheap and meaningless tumble in the hay. One of many things I never got a chance to tell her. I never got a chance to tell her how much she meant to me. How much I loved- love- her. How I regret testing her so hard for a Gift! But I thought it would make her life easier, give her a means to earn her keep. I don't know how she will cope without her grandfather or I. She was always odd, and doesn't have many friends. I can only hope some of the villagers will be kind enough to take her in, though I cannot hope for as much. Though plenty of the men fancied me, none of those who courted me were terribly fond of Daine. Still, she has Cloud. I swear by all the Gods, that animal has more sense than she does sometimes. I can only pray that that pony can keep her safe. She's a silly enough girl that without someone to watch for her, she's bound to run into trouble. Gods, but I miss her.
It's strange. To be allowed to live with Weiryn, I agreed to become a goddess. A minor goddess, but one nonetheless. I am now officially known as the Green Goddess. I'm patron of mothers and pregnant women and an assortment of healing related titles. Ah, what I would give to see the Snowsdale villagers' faces if they saw where I am now! But no, better they not. They were always too proud, too far above me, to come to me with their problems, unless they were truly desperate. All I want to do is help people. Help the people who avoided and shunned me for the past fifteen years. Ironic, but then, maybe ignoring the bad and focusing on the good is what a goddess is supposed to do. We shall see how this arrangement works out. And I will continue to pray for the safety of my daughter. Gods know, she will need all the help she can get to make her way in this life, a penniless orphan girl in countryside Galla.