She hasn’t seen him for in a while, but she never thinks to worry. Svedka is a free roamer, a butterfly, a bird which should never be caged. So long as he comes home occasionally, Ilma is content to meet with him then - she doesn’t keep their daughters from discovering all of Tephra either, though Kukka does tend to be a homebody just like herself. Kirsi though; well, she just smiles at her enthusiasm. That girl will never sit still, only when she sleeps and even then she seems to have livid dreams.
Today, the three of them (two really; her yellow cherry daughter, her short nickname being for the color of frost and snow in her mane, is roaming far up ahead) take a long walk on the beach. Ilma herself doesn’t remember a lot of stories, but she makes some up as they go, and has learned about lots of Tephra’s seashells, jungle flowers, and vines from her son. Strange that he is the one to teach her now, what he has learned from Isilya, but Ilma is rather happy that he and his children live the life they deserve (her grandchildren; the same age as her daughters. Still a strange concept considering she cannot remember birthing him).
She has come to accept that there are things she will never know. She cannot know what she knew before, and she finds that perhaps she shouldn’t really want to. Her memories however are weird - some of them have not yet come to pass. Take Kirsikka for example; the palomino with blue highlights. She’d seen her before, in daydreams, and it’s rather odd to her to have known what she’d look like - possibly the day after she made the decision to lay with Svedka. But strangeness is also a thing she has come to accept.
Kukka doesn’t mesmerise over the things Ilma does. She knows her mother is always worried, but about things that the overo girl cannot help her with. She reaches out now, touching her mother’s shoulder for a moment and receiving that content smile of hers. Kukka chuckles, but she does wonder when her dad will show up again. She too hasn’t seen him in a while and while her mother’s worries are about her own memories, she takes it upon her to check with her aunt Solace every now and then if he has visited her, then.
It is Kirsi who breaks both of their concentrations in the end. ”Mom! Sis!” She comes bouncing back over the beach, carrying a shining pearlescent shell. ”Ah found wfis bewow fwe wocks.” She puts it on the ground before her, narrowing her eyes as her mind takes in her mother and her loving twin; then, she decides it’s her dad’s responsibility to bring gifts to her mother, and picks up the pretty shell moving towards her twin sister. When she’s one weaving the mane through and around the shell (Ilma had needed to help of course, but the alabaster woman did so without being asked), she then grins af Kukka. ”Now you just need some more flowers, I think.” She decides, already turning to once again go look for something pretty.
wherever you go… bring me home?
@[Svedka]