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[Yael]

yael

Yael has always had a great fondness for the Amazons. If something were to happen to the Desert - if it were to disappear into the God’s realm like Camrynn did - she would turn to the Jungle and make it her home. The heat is different, almost stifling even, but it has always felt like a different version of her favorite place.  Their women and compassionate and strong, and if her daughters were to decide they wanted to live there, Yael would be perfectly happy. Well, Kitra and Kabechet and Zilpah had minds of their own and go elsewhere, but Gaza seems to have inherited her same fondness.

He also seems to have impeccable taste in women; the spunky appaloosa, the gentle (even more so than her) witch. The child’s franticness is sad and adorable all at once. She extends her fluffy wings and strokes the child’s neck. “Eet vill be ok. Your mama ees…” she tilts her head, feeling for that ‘Momma’ sense. “Almost xere.” And then Sunday arrives and the two are reunited (she knows that feeling, even those it may seem impossible to get lost in the Desert). “Of course, Sunday.” she answers, looking at the other girl, and then back to the pair. “I ahm xer grandmozer - xer Savta. My name ees Yael.”

She isn’t sure how much Gaza speaks of her, if at all. But since she isn’t the woman’s mother, she must be her partner’s.