la jeune fille marquée
Minette does not say so, but she feels the same. She is beyond grateful that Felinae is here. The events that led them each here are not ideal, but what in this world is? A lightness has come over the gray mare, helping to counteract the darkness that has been creeping in on her soul. Locked away below the earth as the plaything of a dark god, she had believed she would never genuinely feel at home again. Now she is discovering that perhaps the land will not be her comfort; her family will. For each of them is scarred and torn to pieces, scrabbling to make sense of the circumstances they find themselves in. Minette is simply unfortunate enough to have her anguish painted across her body for all to see.
The cobalt blue mare's touch is gentle, unlike any Minette can remember. Even Gryffen, who has begin to change his approach, has not the fragile grace Felinae possesses.
She know it is worth little, her sympathy, but Minette offers it with each small smile and gentle contact. They are both hurting. The gray mare wishes that she could fix her companion's pain, but she has long ago learned that the world is beyond her control. Whether by chance or fate or ill-luck, Minette's life is not her own.
She thinks of her daughter then and gathers courage. Anguisette's choices will belong to her alone. It is the one brave thing Minette claims with silent, mother-pride. Though the ache of missing her child will never cease, it is tempered by the knowledge that her beloved girl is safe and sound. Even with Gryffen's recent changes, Minette is grateful that the haunting mountain herd will never be home for her bright child.
Minette nickers, a comforting sound that she would normally make for a child, to soothe and comfort. Her voice is steady when she speak, her confidence growing, although she is no less a lady. The gray mare is rarely able to be anything else.
“Yes. There was one, for awhile after I-I arrived. But she did not stay. I have been alone for some time.” Minette does not dwell on that day, two years ago now that she lost her innocence and her freedom all at once. “ I have children. A child. A son, Leck, who is wandering about the mountains. His father takes him to the Chamber and I don't see much of either of them.”
Minette feels guilty, but she does not mention Anguisette. She feels she can no longer claim her daughter as her own aloud.
Knowing Gryffen's appetites, Minette phrases her next question gently. "Do you have any children, Felinae?"
The gray mare does not know whether to hope that she does, or does not.
The cobalt blue mare's touch is gentle, unlike any Minette can remember. Even Gryffen, who has begin to change his approach, has not the fragile grace Felinae possesses.
She know it is worth little, her sympathy, but Minette offers it with each small smile and gentle contact. They are both hurting. The gray mare wishes that she could fix her companion's pain, but she has long ago learned that the world is beyond her control. Whether by chance or fate or ill-luck, Minette's life is not her own.
She thinks of her daughter then and gathers courage. Anguisette's choices will belong to her alone. It is the one brave thing Minette claims with silent, mother-pride. Though the ache of missing her child will never cease, it is tempered by the knowledge that her beloved girl is safe and sound. Even with Gryffen's recent changes, Minette is grateful that the haunting mountain herd will never be home for her bright child.
Minette nickers, a comforting sound that she would normally make for a child, to soothe and comfort. Her voice is steady when she speak, her confidence growing, although she is no less a lady. The gray mare is rarely able to be anything else.
“Yes. There was one, for awhile after I-I arrived. But she did not stay. I have been alone for some time.” Minette does not dwell on that day, two years ago now that she lost her innocence and her freedom all at once. “ I have children. A child. A son, Leck, who is wandering about the mountains. His father takes him to the Chamber and I don't see much of either of them.”
Minette feels guilty, but she does not mention Anguisette. She feels she can no longer claim her daughter as her own aloud.
Knowing Gryffen's appetites, Minette phrases her next question gently. "Do you have any children, Felinae?"
The gray mare does not know whether to hope that she does, or does not.