You adored your mother and you were a lot like her. She was a kind and gentle woman who had a passion for art and also, extremely talented. Just like you are now. Maybe that's because when you were younger she had lots of influence on you, always convincing you to draw with her.

When she fell extremely ill you and your father, Veritas, we're distraught, all her life and energy had been snatched away from her until a few months later she seemed to be recovering well before being hit even worse than before and succumbing to her illness and passing away. You and Veritas were so upset, you were young yet old enough to understand what had happened and Veritas could tell it shattered you just as much as it shattered him.

Nowadays you don't remember much about your mother as you would have wanted too, only remembering key moments with her yet you were so, so similar to her and Veritas had noticed that. Your personality matched hers exactly yet maybe with a pinch of his at times, your love for art continued to grow as you got older, even now, without your mother's influence.

You were in your room working on an art project for school and Veritas came into the room, just to check up on you and when he saw you working on your art piece, he was immediately reminded of your mother and how hard she'd work on her pieces.