08-30-2015, 08:33 PM
It’s a vicious, twisting and rooting sort stab in the heart that Etro has not even called to her. Yael would hear it, and Etro knows this. As if everything else wasn’t enough - Mikhael wandering, Zilpah off on her Great Adventure, Akbar and Kitra also gone - but a daughter she has given nothing but love cannot even check in on her mother. She and Vanquish doted on their first born; Etro may have been physically allergic to them, but is she emotionally as well?
Yael is a patient woman, and a busy woman, and a stubborn woman. But she is a woman, who has a very big heart, and her baby girl is breaking it.
Etro doesn’t even know of her father’s death.
Yael has to break it to her eventually.
Now is a good a time as any, she supposes. What is one day more or less? If her daughter will not come to her, then she will go and find her.
Part of her is angry, and for once, she lets that part rule her. Family is the most important thing in the world, and here she is, cast aside as if she had not carried Etro and nurtured Etro and would not kill for Etro. Her cinnamon brown eyes flash (literally) with her frustration as she appears in the middle of the Meadow. With a deep breath and a heavy heart, she calls silently out to her daughter. She is strong, but Yael is older and stronger, and she forces the message through whatever negating field she may unconsciously have.
Etro. Come xere.
It is in her Queenly voice. This is not a request. It is a demand.
Don't make her have to say it again.
Yael is a patient woman, and a busy woman, and a stubborn woman. But she is a woman, who has a very big heart, and her baby girl is breaking it.
Etro doesn’t even know of her father’s death.
Yael has to break it to her eventually.
Now is a good a time as any, she supposes. What is one day more or less? If her daughter will not come to her, then she will go and find her.
Part of her is angry, and for once, she lets that part rule her. Family is the most important thing in the world, and here she is, cast aside as if she had not carried Etro and nurtured Etro and would not kill for Etro. Her cinnamon brown eyes flash (literally) with her frustration as she appears in the middle of the Meadow. With a deep breath and a heavy heart, she calls silently out to her daughter. She is strong, but Yael is older and stronger, and she forces the message through whatever negating field she may unconsciously have.
Etro. Come xere.
It is in her Queenly voice. This is not a request. It is a demand.
Don't make her have to say it again.
Yael, guardian of the desert