<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi’s eyes widened at the mention of the name, stammering a little to try to find the words to say what he was thinking in his slightly more muddled mind than usual. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“Ardinya Biasim was my mother…. Did you know her?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> their father had precious little information on her, other than a whirlwind romance that had ended in her death in childbirth, and a single hopechest magicked so that only someone sharing her blood, her child, could open it. </span>