06-10-2015, 12:14 PM
One day, the eternal woman might get used to seeing them leave. One day she might see their lives like the passing of seasons, each death as a brilliantly colored leaf that falls from a great tree.
Natilyn and Mikhael and Nairne are not dead, but while she was - is - grieving, the loss is keenly felt. How much easier it would be to lose herself in the joy of a granddaughter! She found that joy with Kabechet… but there is nothing like being able to spoil a little girl rotten and leave the discipline to someone else. Her firstborn and his family are never far from her heart or mind, and when she feels a familiar ping at the back of her mind that is her own little way of keeping tabs on her family, Yael cannot help but think Finally…
Mikhael’s presence, or lack thereof, makes no difference. It would be best to see all three of them, of course, but beggars can’t be choosers. Her son has a wanderlust.. and she’ll settle for two out of three. It has been several years since she’s seen the trio; long enough for a spindly-legged filly to grow into a beautiful buckskin mare, the perfect combination of her fine-boned son and the lovely colored Falls former Queen. Yael ‘poofs’ into the Meadow, knowing that they are there, but not knowing exactly where. It doesn’t take long for her to sift through the crowd and find them, and when she does, she weaves around and between clusters of horses, wings held tightly against her sides. Sure, she could poof to them again, or fly, but this somehow seems easier. Less intrusive.
While she’s held onto their presence mentally, her eyes finally catch sight of the mother-daughter pair at the other edge of the meadow. Eagerly, her accented voice hails them with “Nateelyn, Nairne!” and then continues forward.
She wonders if Nairne will remember her word for Grandmother. She wonders if she will remember her Savta at all.
Natilyn and Mikhael and Nairne are not dead, but while she was - is - grieving, the loss is keenly felt. How much easier it would be to lose herself in the joy of a granddaughter! She found that joy with Kabechet… but there is nothing like being able to spoil a little girl rotten and leave the discipline to someone else. Her firstborn and his family are never far from her heart or mind, and when she feels a familiar ping at the back of her mind that is her own little way of keeping tabs on her family, Yael cannot help but think Finally…
Mikhael’s presence, or lack thereof, makes no difference. It would be best to see all three of them, of course, but beggars can’t be choosers. Her son has a wanderlust.. and she’ll settle for two out of three. It has been several years since she’s seen the trio; long enough for a spindly-legged filly to grow into a beautiful buckskin mare, the perfect combination of her fine-boned son and the lovely colored Falls former Queen. Yael ‘poofs’ into the Meadow, knowing that they are there, but not knowing exactly where. It doesn’t take long for her to sift through the crowd and find them, and when she does, she weaves around and between clusters of horses, wings held tightly against her sides. Sure, she could poof to them again, or fly, but this somehow seems easier. Less intrusive.
While she’s held onto their presence mentally, her eyes finally catch sight of the mother-daughter pair at the other edge of the meadow. Eagerly, her accented voice hails them with “Nateelyn, Nairne!” and then continues forward.
She wonders if Nairne will remember her word for Grandmother. She wonders if she will remember her Savta at all.
Yael, guardian of the desert