"What is it?" Cordelia asked, looking even more closely at the fish her father now held. It looked a bit like a Bonito, but no one would confuse the two.
"It comes from another sea, a very small one. There the water is blue."
"Have I ever been there?"
He gave the fish back to Cordelia. "A long time ago, when you hatched. This fish comes from your mother's lake."
Cordelia stared at her father in confused wonder. She didn't know anything about her mother, except that she had gone where Cordelia and her father couldn't follow. Cordelia also knew she didn't have the same mother as Dallas. Nym was her aunt, a woman she could turn to, but not a mother.
"Mother," Cordelia murmured, staring at the strange fish. "Can I go there?"