"Ah." Dilan fell silent for a moment, "She was a woman of uncommon strength. Graceful of manner, and yet as unyielding as a rock when she chose to be. I never saw her to be less than perfectly presented, and I never saw her shy away from things that by right should have ended with her as mucky and miserable as the rest of us. Beautiful, yes, but even if she had not been physically so she would still have pulled all the light to herself.

"I confess, I cannot understand how your father could have stood to be with her. She was a force of nature, as intimidating and beautiful as an ocean storm." Dilan did not have a crush on Aya's mother. She was just too...untouchable, for that. He preferred women who were more, well. Of this earth.