The girl who wrote to her claimed to be her daughter Ava, but she hardly dared to actually believe it until they had spoken some, and Salazar had written to her. She found it difficult to believe that they were not being held prisoner; even more difficult to believe that the twins Ava had mentioned did not want something out of them. People were not that selfless, and those who claimed to be, often lied.
She heard a young girl's voice calling out to her, and with her wand hidden in the long sleeve of her tunic - just in case - Mischa stepped out from behind a thick old tree. "I am Mischa," she announced. But then her eyes fell on the girl's face, illuminated by firelight and she swallowed instinctively. "By the gods," she whispered. There was no one else in the world who this girl could be, now that she had seen her face. "Ava!"