08-23-2020, 06:46 PM
“I know when you go
down all your darkest roads
I would have followed all the way
to the graveyard.”
down all your darkest roads
I would have followed all the way
to the graveyard.”
Her head shakes gently at Beyza’s question. “Your father doesn’t know either.” She pauses, catching herself before she reveals too much of the truth – before she tells her that only one other knows the truth, and that is Anaxarete. She knew that Beyza was incredibly close with the shadow mare, and she did not want to imply anything negative about her. As it was, she didn’t dislike Anaxarete to begin with. Though she often ended up ensnared in her web of games, usually only by association, it was difficult to blame the dark for behaving exactly as you’d expect it to. A shadow would always be a shadow, and though she suspects there was an ulterior motive behind the creation of Beyza, she has never tried to ask.
“Your parents love you,” is what she says instead, accompanied by a sympathetic smile. “I don’t think anything you told them would change that. But this just seems like one of those truths that would bring with it an unnecessary hurt. Even with my blood, you are still their daughter.” She searches the young girl’s face for a glimmer of understanding, hoping that what she says makes some kind of sense. Telling Plume and Agetta that Beyza was not a daughter born between the two of them would accomplish nothing, and she was not the type to inflict pain if it could be avoided.
“You can call me whatever you would like. I won’t be offended if you still just call me Ryatah.” She reaches out then to gently touch her nose to the girl’s impossibly pale neck, skimming her lips across her skin before pulling away in case this new information has left her feeling apprehensive towards her. “I have known you were my daughter from the very beginning, and I loved you even though you didn’t know it.”
“Your parents love you,” is what she says instead, accompanied by a sympathetic smile. “I don’t think anything you told them would change that. But this just seems like one of those truths that would bring with it an unnecessary hurt. Even with my blood, you are still their daughter.” She searches the young girl’s face for a glimmer of understanding, hoping that what she says makes some kind of sense. Telling Plume and Agetta that Beyza was not a daughter born between the two of them would accomplish nothing, and she was not the type to inflict pain if it could be avoided.
“You can call me whatever you would like. I won’t be offended if you still just call me Ryatah.” She reaches out then to gently touch her nose to the girl’s impossibly pale neck, skimming her lips across her skin before pulling away in case this new information has left her feeling apprehensive towards her. “I have known you were my daughter from the very beginning, and I loved you even though you didn’t know it.”
ryatah
okay I was thinking this could be a closer since I am garbage. At least now Beyza officially knows ryatah is her dad-mom