01-26-2016, 02:22 PM
yael
Yael has known lust; she has six children to her name, and her firstborn was a child of magic and monstrosity. That doesn’t mean that a curious longing didn’t fill her virgin loins at the time, or that she wasn’t filled with shame and repulsion almost immediately after the fact. Her trust was betrayed. A child was conceived by the impossible. And she knew so little of Beqanna’s magic then, that Mikhael’s conception seemed like an abomination.
The little flaxen boy that slipped from her womb was no abomination. He was one of her greatest gifts.
As are Kitra and her twin brothers. And Etro, and Zilpah, and the growing crowd of grandchildren. They are her blessings, and this is how she knows love. Love made her other five. Love will bathe their children in gold. Love can almost - almost - fix everything.
Yael is glad to see her elegant (if a little… sharp-tongued) daughter doing a little bit here and there. She’s never faulted them for leaving her, because she knows they all must live their own lives. If that means traveling to far off places - then so be it. It’s not as if she can’t visit them any time she wants. In the Desert, however, they have decorum. Kitra clearly takes after Van more than Yael when she opens her mouth. It makes her smile, though with that smile comes a soft rebuke. “Keetra...” she says as she approaches from the same direction her daughter came from. It really is so good to have them all home again. “Xello,” Yael greets the painted mare with a kind smile, keeping her features as non-scrunched up as possible. Good God, she reeks.
“Eef you vant, I could…” Yael trails off and then indicates to the sky with her head, where a tiny little gray cloud has manifested itself above them. It could wash her clean in no time.
The little flaxen boy that slipped from her womb was no abomination. He was one of her greatest gifts.
As are Kitra and her twin brothers. And Etro, and Zilpah, and the growing crowd of grandchildren. They are her blessings, and this is how she knows love. Love made her other five. Love will bathe their children in gold. Love can almost - almost - fix everything.
Yael is glad to see her elegant (if a little… sharp-tongued) daughter doing a little bit here and there. She’s never faulted them for leaving her, because she knows they all must live their own lives. If that means traveling to far off places - then so be it. It’s not as if she can’t visit them any time she wants. In the Desert, however, they have decorum. Kitra clearly takes after Van more than Yael when she opens her mouth. It makes her smile, though with that smile comes a soft rebuke. “Keetra...” she says as she approaches from the same direction her daughter came from. It really is so good to have them all home again. “Xello,” Yael greets the painted mare with a kind smile, keeping her features as non-scrunched up as possible. Good God, she reeks.
“Eef you vant, I could…” Yael trails off and then indicates to the sky with her head, where a tiny little gray cloud has manifested itself above them. It could wash her clean in no time.