10-07-2015, 10:28 AM
Yael isn’t surprised that Gaza doesn’t often talk about his family, let alone that he is a former prince and the son of a magician. Some women might find that intoxicating, drawn to the potential to be linked to someone with an immense amount of power. Others might find it off-putting… Yael was one of the more present magicians. She doubts they know what entails carrying one of her grandbabies.
Not much, really, just a constant eye and ear out, maybe setting ‘pings’ up in case the child is ever in trouble. She can’t do it for loads of babies, obviously. So maybe the golden woman should have a little talk with her seed-sowing son. Not that Yael disapproves of his choices, but she would like to keep the family a manageable size.
When Lexa’s life-dot suddenly flares into life on her little family map, Yael smiles to herself and dissolves into the wind. She lets the currents carry her down to the Jungle, where she frees herself and dives down into its dark depths. It’s easy for her to find the mother and child. Yael makes herself visible as a stream of tiny, golden sparkles that seem to have a life of their own as they radiate a (physically) warm bit of light. The lights linger for a moment on Lyris, and then move towards her newborn daughter. The lights hover at the end of the filly’s nose and then swirl around her tiny hooves… she doesn’t know why, but she likes this one and her mother. In a mischievous move, Yael decides to leave her own mark on the girl, leaving a golden coronet on her front left leg before zipping off back into the brush.
When the girl is a little older, Yael will seek her out. Perhaps then, the mark will make sense; for now, it can be a hint and a puzzle all at once.
Not much, really, just a constant eye and ear out, maybe setting ‘pings’ up in case the child is ever in trouble. She can’t do it for loads of babies, obviously. So maybe the golden woman should have a little talk with her seed-sowing son. Not that Yael disapproves of his choices, but she would like to keep the family a manageable size.
When Lexa’s life-dot suddenly flares into life on her little family map, Yael smiles to herself and dissolves into the wind. She lets the currents carry her down to the Jungle, where she frees herself and dives down into its dark depths. It’s easy for her to find the mother and child. Yael makes herself visible as a stream of tiny, golden sparkles that seem to have a life of their own as they radiate a (physically) warm bit of light. The lights linger for a moment on Lyris, and then move towards her newborn daughter. The lights hover at the end of the filly’s nose and then swirl around her tiny hooves… she doesn’t know why, but she likes this one and her mother. In a mischievous move, Yael decides to leave her own mark on the girl, leaving a golden coronet on her front left leg before zipping off back into the brush.
When the girl is a little older, Yael will seek her out. Perhaps then, the mark will make sense; for now, it can be a hint and a puzzle all at once.
Yael, guardian of the desert
[let me know if you want me to take that last bit out. Just thought it could be fun and interesting! No worries at all if you don't.]