She misses her mother.
It’s been almost two years now since Linnaea passed away, and Lyris still thinks of her mother almost daily. Linnaea had struggled so much with raising Lyris - she had been a frustrating child, prone to temper tantrums and disobeying her mother’s rules. Linnaea had done the best that she could with her difficult situation, and Lyris has come to appreciate all that her mother did for her when she was young.
She finds some comfort in knowing that her mother had at least been happy in the end. Linnaea’s relationship with Boe had come as a surprise to her. She’d been jealous at first (she’d never had to share her mother before, after all), but had quickly come to realize that she’d never seen her mother so happy as when she was with Boe. Of course, it had been that love that had killed her in the end. And Boe too.
Lyris had found them together - Linnaea lying in a pool of her own blood from the birth and Boe … well, she doesn’t want to think about what he’d done to himself. But the child … even though Linnaea had clearly given birth, Lyris hadn’t been able to find a sign of the foal anywhere. A predator wouldn’t have carried the whole body off, so maybe, just maybe, the child is alive. But where?
She stands on the edge of the meadow, eyes dark and brooding as she gazes out across the darkened territory. She hadn’t wanted to stay in the Jungle tonight, not with memories of her mother so prominent in her mind.
Sighing, she moves into a walk. There’s no chance of sleeping tonight. Her mind is just too full.
She skirts the edge of the meadow, not wanting to risk running into anyone she knows. She just wants to be alone right now. But, as often happens in Beqanna, she runs into someone before she even spots them. She peers through the dim light at the horse, and is just able to discern that it’s a blue roan stallion. Thankfully one she’s never met before.
Something flickers and she narrows her eyes, trying to see better. There’s something … dancing … about his face. Could it be … shadows? “Neat trick!” She plasters a grin on her face. “But I can do better!” Her words seem just as proud as ever, but they are half-hearted. Thoughts of her mother still weigh on her mind.
It’s been almost two years now since Linnaea passed away, and Lyris still thinks of her mother almost daily. Linnaea had struggled so much with raising Lyris - she had been a frustrating child, prone to temper tantrums and disobeying her mother’s rules. Linnaea had done the best that she could with her difficult situation, and Lyris has come to appreciate all that her mother did for her when she was young.
She finds some comfort in knowing that her mother had at least been happy in the end. Linnaea’s relationship with Boe had come as a surprise to her. She’d been jealous at first (she’d never had to share her mother before, after all), but had quickly come to realize that she’d never seen her mother so happy as when she was with Boe. Of course, it had been that love that had killed her in the end. And Boe too.
Lyris had found them together - Linnaea lying in a pool of her own blood from the birth and Boe … well, she doesn’t want to think about what he’d done to himself. But the child … even though Linnaea had clearly given birth, Lyris hadn’t been able to find a sign of the foal anywhere. A predator wouldn’t have carried the whole body off, so maybe, just maybe, the child is alive. But where?
She stands on the edge of the meadow, eyes dark and brooding as she gazes out across the darkened territory. She hadn’t wanted to stay in the Jungle tonight, not with memories of her mother so prominent in her mind.
Sighing, she moves into a walk. There’s no chance of sleeping tonight. Her mind is just too full.
She skirts the edge of the meadow, not wanting to risk running into anyone she knows. She just wants to be alone right now. But, as often happens in Beqanna, she runs into someone before she even spots them. She peers through the dim light at the horse, and is just able to discern that it’s a blue roan stallion. Thankfully one she’s never met before.
Something flickers and she narrows her eyes, trying to see better. There’s something … dancing … about his face. Could it be … shadows? “Neat trick!” She plasters a grin on her face. “But I can do better!” Her words seem just as proud as ever, but they are half-hearted. Thoughts of her mother still weigh on her mind.
Lyris
I’ll burn this whole city down
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Well this was a weird post for her. o.O