If you could pick anyone in the world, alive or dead, to be your parents, who would it be and why?

I really have no desire to have any other mother than the one that I had. Moira MacKay was a good woman. Her only crime was innocence and inexperience in the ways of the world – particularly the world of the Fae and the way that things can often be. I don’t remember very much of my mother. She died when I was only four. But what I do remember of her is that she was very kind. I remember she used to sing to the plants and the trees. I never knew her to ever utter a single word in anger to anyone – especially not to me. Why would I wish for anyone else other than her? My only wish is that she had been my mother longer than she was.

My father, on the other hand, and I have spoken perhaps a handful of times. Though he is the one from whom I have achieved my Fae blood and the one to whom I should be ‘grateful’ for that singular favour, he has been uninvolved in my life. I have had few strong male figures in my life, but the one that comes to mind that could have been my father was my Uncle Angus McLeod, someone to whom I was only related to by marriage. He was monstrous to the child that I was. He was as large as a bear, barrel chested and burly. The man resembled a gnarled and wise old Scottish Oak that brooded and kept careful watch over all that he surveyed. I would badger him with questions about every subject under the sun. And I remember most vividly that he would pick me up and dust me off when I was the wee, awkward little lass who would chase ducks and chickens around the farmyard and trip over her own feet.

I didn’t get to see enough of him after Morgienne became my foster mother. I sometimes wish I had been left to my Scot’s kin rather than who I was, but then I would not be who I am now. When the armies of the English came to Dunlauden and during the battle burned our village to the ground, my Uncle Angus stood firm against them. He died doing what it was that he believed and that was defending our lands from those that would subjugate him. He never bent his knee nor his neck to any man, be he commoner or king. I never forgot that about him and still agree with him on that particular count. Perhaps in some way he did become as a father to me in the end.

Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 441
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