05-08-2023, 11:08 PM
Truthfully, Maurtia had not thought of her father - not in any meaningful way. She knew, vaguely, that Deebee was a gift from him - and that their mother had whisked them away to a tropical island soon after their birth and he had never visited them there. She never understood what the big deal was, and so did not harbour any fear or hatred or any other maligned thoughts towards the shadowy idea of a father in her mind.
She was just usually too busy thinking of other things to really consider him.
If she had, she might have sought him out. If she had known that her abilities were an echo of his, her curiosity would have drawn her right to him like a fish caught on a lure.
She recognizes him instantly although she does not remember him, those memories from her youth faded and half-mixed with stories to the point where she does not know which actually happened and which has been fabricated or enhanced over time.
The voices of the nearby ghosts grow quiet when he appears through that portal of shadow - but she doesn’t think much of that. Deebee retreats, merging with the fog that billows around Maurtia’s hooves, though the shadow wolf is no longer tied to the magic that had created it.
Her companion remembers what Maurtia does not, though it does not choose to share any of that information with her here.
Whatever surprise or annoyance might have shown on her dark face at the arrival of someone so close to her personal space evaporates at the novelty of this moment, and then changes to a wry sort of humour at his words.
“Am I?” There’s humour in her tone, though where she inherited it from is anyone’s guess - a true, if entertained, smile is bright in her shining white eyes as she takes him in. “Yours, I mean. You’d think there’d be a limit on how long it can take to speak to your child before they’re considered fatherless.” There's no malice in her tone, no barb hinting at a hidden pain or fear - just an honest, if a little silly, thought. Like most of the ones that float through her mind.
She was just usually too busy thinking of other things to really consider him.
If she had, she might have sought him out. If she had known that her abilities were an echo of his, her curiosity would have drawn her right to him like a fish caught on a lure.
She recognizes him instantly although she does not remember him, those memories from her youth faded and half-mixed with stories to the point where she does not know which actually happened and which has been fabricated or enhanced over time.
The voices of the nearby ghosts grow quiet when he appears through that portal of shadow - but she doesn’t think much of that. Deebee retreats, merging with the fog that billows around Maurtia’s hooves, though the shadow wolf is no longer tied to the magic that had created it.
Her companion remembers what Maurtia does not, though it does not choose to share any of that information with her here.
Whatever surprise or annoyance might have shown on her dark face at the arrival of someone so close to her personal space evaporates at the novelty of this moment, and then changes to a wry sort of humour at his words.
“Am I?” There’s humour in her tone, though where she inherited it from is anyone’s guess - a true, if entertained, smile is bright in her shining white eyes as she takes him in. “Yours, I mean. You’d think there’d be a limit on how long it can take to speak to your child before they’re considered fatherless.” There's no malice in her tone, no barb hinting at a hidden pain or fear - just an honest, if a little silly, thought. Like most of the ones that float through her mind.
