good at goodbyes
Time was a strange companion. In the course of a year she had found love, became a mother, and had everything fall a part around her. She learned the true nature of selfishness and selflessness simultaneously and had been forced to say goodbye to everything she had ever wanted. All at once her future, and that of her children, hung in the balance - shrouded by uncertainty and a never ending parade of questions. Separated by the reprisals of past actions, she was forced to find contentment in the midst of heartbreak. Somewhere upon the mainland Ketzia sought refuge protected by her older half siblings. Mosrael had no choice but to trust in the one time prince and princess of Ischia. It was almost surreal to think upon the workings that had brought together the exiled Ischians and the grandchildren of the one who had turned them away. Meanwhile, Kove had remained at her mother's side. The daughter of a known traitor, Mosrael wondered if the young one knew of the irony that was her presense there.
Sad amber eyes watch as Kove easily finds them, her lanky figure appearing to find her mother and newborn sister. Next to the still damp foal the youngest of the twins appears almost a giant in comparison. Forcing a smile upon her face the grown mare rose to her feet.
"Kove," she greeted tentatively, hesitant to see her daughter's reaction to the newest addition. As she neared the lavender tufted filly her body felt strange and stiff, the aftershocks of labor clinging to her. She watches Kove's questioning glance as it trailed along the frame of the black winged foal. Unsteadily, Mosrael rose to her feet and quietly approached the confused yearling. "Kove, this is your little sister," she explained in a firm tone. "I decided to call her Eifa."
It was hard to gauge a Kove's thoughts as her mind attempted to process the scene. Mosrael had not been entirely ignorant to her daughter's recent loneliness. Separating from Kerzia had taken its toll on her and, as a mother, she was desperate to alleviate her pain. Awkwardly she stretched her muzzle towards Kove and patted her a bit too forcefully. Her feeble attempts at comfort made obvious her own insecurities when it came to affection. Feeling suddenly foolish she smiled, ever aware that they only had each other now. That was something worth holding onto.
@[Eifa] @[Kove]