Ea
01-02-2019, 06:22 PM
Ea had tried her best to not resent her mother for her upbringing. She did, for a while; it was easy to while she was isolated in the Dale. It wasn’t the training, before she’d been sent away. She’d loved spending that time with her mother, probably more than any of her other siblings had spent at Scorch’s side. It was the loneliness, after—Lagertha’s colt, Dalten, had barely been around, and Ea didn’t particularly enjoy his company anyway. She was a schemer, even then, plotting to steal the heart of Tiphon’s heir, Ramiel. How well that’d worked out for her, she thinks with a grin.
She and Scorch were more alike than they were different, really—headstrong, protective of their family, fiercely loyal. Scorch was undoubtedly more fiery; Ea was quiet, a watcher. It’s ironic that this mother and daughter with lives so similar had lived and died on nearly opposite schedules.
It’s enough that she still gets to talk to her mother, from the afterlife. Most days.
“I miss you too,” she says, softening, “but we both know you never listen to anyone else anyway.” She chuckles—identical to Scorch’s own: strained, sad. Ea knows the toll Blue’s existence is taking on her—she’s lived it too—all of the pain, the love. It’s exhausting to keep secrets from those you love.
“How’s the family? Blue, Brennen?” she tries her best not to choke on his name, pausing, “and you?”
She and Scorch were more alike than they were different, really—headstrong, protective of their family, fiercely loyal. Scorch was undoubtedly more fiery; Ea was quiet, a watcher. It’s ironic that this mother and daughter with lives so similar had lived and died on nearly opposite schedules.
It’s enough that she still gets to talk to her mother, from the afterlife. Most days.
“I miss you too,” she says, softening, “but we both know you never listen to anyone else anyway.” She chuckles—identical to Scorch’s own: strained, sad. Ea knows the toll Blue’s existence is taking on her—she’s lived it too—all of the pain, the love. It’s exhausting to keep secrets from those you love.
“How’s the family? Blue, Brennen?” she tries her best not to choke on his name, pausing, “and you?”