08-21-2020, 09:14 PM
won’t you drag the lake and bring me home again
She has never met the woman that Ghaul named caretaker of the Cove when he took the Pangean throne, but she has always assumed that Gospel must be a strong, powerful woman indeed for Ghaul to trust her. She harbors no jealousy that Ghaul didn’t want her to rule over the black beaches; she has no ambition of her own other than to see her soulflame and their children rise to power. As a queen, she would be nothing more than a figurehead, someone to produce heirs, and she is okay with that. She has no desire to involve herself in Ghaul’s wars or deal with politics. She has no stomach for blood, no thirst for power.
Perhaps others would see that as weakness, but it takes a certain strength to be a mother, and to raise up the next generation. Not many can do that, and so Clarissa accepts her position with grace and dignity. She adores her sweet children - they are her reason for being.
Clarissa had never had a choice in Ghaul loving her - their paths had crossed at mere weeks old, and that had been that. The fire within him had glowed with the closest thing to love that he understands, and Clarissa had been inexplicably drawn to the eyeless boy who seemed to truly see her more than anyone else could. There was simply no choosing involved - they had been created to love one another, and even on the days that Clarissa feels like he is distancing himself from her, she loves him with every ounce of her being. She knows it is her duty to keep their remaining children safe, and strong.
The teal mare quietly steps away from sleeping Virgil when she spies the bay mare on the grassy ridge, glancing backwards to count the children before she leaves them to their own devices. Phyx and Frenzy are old enough to watch their brother for a few hours, she decides with quiet confidence, and so she goes to greet the woman that must be Gospel. She watches Clarissa’s approach but says nothing, something that probably would’ve unsettled anyone other than sweet, ignorant Clarissa. “You must be Gospel,” she says with a smile, drawing to a stop a respectable distance away.
“Where are you from, originally?” she asks, purely curious. “You seem to have settled into the Cove well enough, though we haven’t met yet.”
Perhaps others would see that as weakness, but it takes a certain strength to be a mother, and to raise up the next generation. Not many can do that, and so Clarissa accepts her position with grace and dignity. She adores her sweet children - they are her reason for being.
Clarissa had never had a choice in Ghaul loving her - their paths had crossed at mere weeks old, and that had been that. The fire within him had glowed with the closest thing to love that he understands, and Clarissa had been inexplicably drawn to the eyeless boy who seemed to truly see her more than anyone else could. There was simply no choosing involved - they had been created to love one another, and even on the days that Clarissa feels like he is distancing himself from her, she loves him with every ounce of her being. She knows it is her duty to keep their remaining children safe, and strong.
The teal mare quietly steps away from sleeping Virgil when she spies the bay mare on the grassy ridge, glancing backwards to count the children before she leaves them to their own devices. Phyx and Frenzy are old enough to watch their brother for a few hours, she decides with quiet confidence, and so she goes to greet the woman that must be Gospel. She watches Clarissa’s approach but says nothing, something that probably would’ve unsettled anyone other than sweet, ignorant Clarissa. “You must be Gospel,” she says with a smile, drawing to a stop a respectable distance away.
“Where are you from, originally?” she asks, purely curious. “You seem to have settled into the Cove well enough, though we haven’t met yet.”
@[gospel]