11-24-2015, 03:33 PM
yael
The problem with Katastrophe’s assumptions is that she thinks the masters care nothing for their subjects. Which might be true for some of the rulers of the past (she can think of a few off the top of her head), but the current group these days are awfully… caring. There was a time when she knew everyone in her kingdom and (unoficially) knew all their stories, even if she never let on. Now she can play the pretty, caring Consort and spend all her time with the people instead of ruling. A lovely little break.
It seems odd to her that someone would not want a second family - but maybe that was the foreigner in her talking. Her tribe was unusually close. Family - friends - neighbors - were everything. And now they are gone, gone, gone, their bones long ago turned to dust and spread to the corners of the world. Even there, in what some might consider a primitive society (it wasn’t, though they would never dream of magic like hers), every individual had their role. Even if it was simply babysitting the foals. Alone, they die and are forgotten. Together, they are remembered and live on in others’ hearts. Aviva, Morphine, Nocturnal, Krys, Fictional, Kagerou, Alysanne and Modred. Tali, Levi, Aaron - her own Ima and Abba. There were so many. At least Vanquish is no longer on that list.
So Yael has known mad women and she’s known mad women, and the urge to beat down something that already walks around like a victim is not the desire of a mad woman. She does have a smart tongue on her, though, and the golden mare’s lips quirk upward at the corners. Allright. She walked right into that one. With a small nod to Nixie, she pauses long enough to let the Falls’ mare speak first, and then starts. “A life of mad babbeleeng? Or a life of somet’ing else?” She chuckles, a tinkling sort of sound in the back of her throat as she reveals more of her power and simultaneously tries to smooth it over. “Ve ahr rebuildling ze Keengdom. New life for everyvone eenvolved.”
It seems odd to her that someone would not want a second family - but maybe that was the foreigner in her talking. Her tribe was unusually close. Family - friends - neighbors - were everything. And now they are gone, gone, gone, their bones long ago turned to dust and spread to the corners of the world. Even there, in what some might consider a primitive society (it wasn’t, though they would never dream of magic like hers), every individual had their role. Even if it was simply babysitting the foals. Alone, they die and are forgotten. Together, they are remembered and live on in others’ hearts. Aviva, Morphine, Nocturnal, Krys, Fictional, Kagerou, Alysanne and Modred. Tali, Levi, Aaron - her own Ima and Abba. There were so many. At least Vanquish is no longer on that list.
So Yael has known mad women and she’s known mad women, and the urge to beat down something that already walks around like a victim is not the desire of a mad woman. She does have a smart tongue on her, though, and the golden mare’s lips quirk upward at the corners. Allright. She walked right into that one. With a small nod to Nixie, she pauses long enough to let the Falls’ mare speak first, and then starts. “A life of mad babbeleeng? Or a life of somet’ing else?” She chuckles, a tinkling sort of sound in the back of her throat as she reveals more of her power and simultaneously tries to smooth it over. “Ve ahr rebuildling ze Keengdom. New life for everyvone eenvolved.”
[sorry for skipping order! I'll be away for thanksgiving starting later tonight and just wanted to get something up]