[private] out of the shadows

[Anaxarete]

she's the only one who knows what it is to burn. Even magic wasn’t enough to temper the fatigue of childbirth, much less the birth of twins.  She watches the children as they explore their surroundings as she waits for Kensley to find them. The children were an eccentric mixture of their parents.  The boy, a creature of shadow, born from the depths from his mother’s magic.  The girl, like her father, is alive but not truly living. There are other gifts too - she can feel them under the surface, waiting to be explored.  Anaxarete is not one to coddle her children, but she certainly has a fondness for them.  That fondness is deeper than blood - for there are many here in Pangea that she’d taken under her wing.  But she watches these two with as close to affection as she was capable.  They felt special - what they represented - and so she allowed herself to feel the full force of that maternal pull, even if just for a moment. Kensley finds them easily. She knew he would.  She watches him - curious about his reaction to meeting with children after….well….after.  The girl presses into her Kensley’s touch - recognizing that not only was this her father but he was like her. He was like her in a way that her brother was not. The girl’s scarlet eyes flickered with curiosity, but she was still too young to articulate the slew of thoughts bubbling in her mind. The question of what, exactly, she was and why she was different from mother and from her brother.  So instead, she hovered close to her father, as if hoping just his proximity would be answer enough for now. The shadowmare’s tired eyes close reflexively at his touch. She allows herself a moment before turning to Kensley. “No. I haven’t. Why don’t you,” the shadowmare breathes, her gaze slipping from Kensley to their children. a n a x a r e t e .

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