04-18-2016, 09:55 AM
oh, where do we begin? the rubble or our sins?
For all that she may turn into fearsome, fire-breathing beasts, and set other Kingdoms on fire, Yael is not a malicious individual. Everything she does, she does out of love and protection for her home and her family. Did not Straia come to her Kingdom, and kill an innocent mare on her doorstep and threaten Rhy? The majority of the B’kanna doesn’t know that, of course, so her appearance in the sky and subsequent kidnapping of Weaver (who is still here, the little brat) may seem a little… uncalled for. But in the end, this child that stands between herself and Rhynn, and the deal they’ve made will mostly benefit Yael.
What does she care if a tiny little mare runs around with mental invisibility? The woman can never use her talents against the Desert, even if the Valley, or wherever she’s living, decides to break down their sandy doors.
She stretches out her nose to gently touch the buckskin girl, running her velveteen nose over her neck and body, feeling the power that is forming inside her. She whuffles softly, thinking of an appropriate name, and then feels the girl’s remaining hunger. Yael can, of course, produce milk whenever she wishes, so she she activates the glands and hormones, and the sweet ‘food’ smell wafts towards the girl. “Eleeora, t’en, I t’ink. For a girl of shadows and light.” She looks down at the baby again, and opens her wings a bit, creating an inviting space between them and her body. She murmurs sweetly, “Ees ok, leettle vone, I am your mama.”
She glances back up at Rhynn. “Eef you vant, you can come see xer. Two mozers are not so xard to explain t’ese days.” She chuckles. Another one of her children has two mothers, though that situation is entirely different. “Ze power ees yours - just remember t’at you cannot ever use eet against ze Deserts, even eef your Keengdom ees at var vit us. Or you vill lose eet. Yes?”
What does she care if a tiny little mare runs around with mental invisibility? The woman can never use her talents against the Desert, even if the Valley, or wherever she’s living, decides to break down their sandy doors.
She stretches out her nose to gently touch the buckskin girl, running her velveteen nose over her neck and body, feeling the power that is forming inside her. She whuffles softly, thinking of an appropriate name, and then feels the girl’s remaining hunger. Yael can, of course, produce milk whenever she wishes, so she she activates the glands and hormones, and the sweet ‘food’ smell wafts towards the girl. “Eleeora, t’en, I t’ink. For a girl of shadows and light.” She looks down at the baby again, and opens her wings a bit, creating an inviting space between them and her body. She murmurs sweetly, “Ees ok, leettle vone, I am your mama.”
She glances back up at Rhynn. “Eef you vant, you can come see xer. Two mozers are not so xard to explain t’ese days.” She chuckles. Another one of her children has two mothers, though that situation is entirely different. “Ze power ees yours - just remember t’at you cannot ever use eet against ze Deserts, even eef your Keengdom ees at var vit us. Or you vill lose eet. Yes?”
YAEL
mother, queen, magician