10-14-2015, 04:06 PM
The one thing Yael tries to avoid - at any cost, and often at at detriment to herself - is death. Yael is life, the way that water in a Desert is sustenance and in the way that sunshine helps the plants grow. Anger rolls off Etro in black, billowing clouds. Clouds that turn red and pulse back and forth with fury and intent to kill. Yael can feel her start to simmer, rapidly growing hotter, until it seems as if her skin might explode with her rage. Ah, no! Not that, please! The last thing her pacifist nature wants is to set loose an angel of death upon the fire and brimstone that was is Isidore. It isn't because she fears the youngest of Van's children with Lyric; quite the contrary. She us protecting the both of them - Etro and Isidore alike.
"No," her mother says. "No. Not t'at. Eet ees not vhat xe vould haf vanted. Your fazer met xer een guilt and seeking forgeeveness." Forgiveness for abandoning them for her. Forgiveness that he needed. That, Yael can understand. That, she had sanctioned. And besides, what if... what if she can bring him back? What if he were to return, only to find that Yael had turned one of his daughters against the other? And if it spread to include all of Lyric's children versus Yael's? The golden woman could never live with it. She could not make a murderer out of her baby girl.
"I vant to breeng xim back," she says instead. "I t'ink I know xow, now." She has been exploring, and she knows the risks. Yael is not afraid.
She pulls away to look at Etro, nosing at a few strands of her mane. Is it wrong for her to want to do this? Will she hate her for withholding the information? Anger is so… unpredictable. It often lashes out on those who deserve it least.
"No," her mother says. "No. Not t'at. Eet ees not vhat xe vould haf vanted. Your fazer met xer een guilt and seeking forgeeveness." Forgiveness for abandoning them for her. Forgiveness that he needed. That, Yael can understand. That, she had sanctioned. And besides, what if... what if she can bring him back? What if he were to return, only to find that Yael had turned one of his daughters against the other? And if it spread to include all of Lyric's children versus Yael's? The golden woman could never live with it. She could not make a murderer out of her baby girl.
"I vant to breeng xim back," she says instead. "I t'ink I know xow, now." She has been exploring, and she knows the risks. Yael is not afraid.
She pulls away to look at Etro, nosing at a few strands of her mane. Is it wrong for her to want to do this? Will she hate her for withholding the information? Anger is so… unpredictable. It often lashes out on those who deserve it least.
Yael, guardian of the desert