02-08-2016, 03:06 PM
yael
Yael vaguely remembers the stick-carrying horse, though they’ve never met. She keeps tab on everyone in the Desert, whether she has a personal relationship with them or not. Now that the Kingdom is kind of-sort of back in her hands, she surmises that she should welcome the returning wanderer.
In truth, Girr reminds her of Zilpah, with her childish innocence and naivete.
She misses her daughter. She misses all of her children, and the feeling of being a mother.
Yael is resting not far from the main oasis, beneath the boughs of Van’s everlasting tree, when she hears the call. A quick ‘feel’ shows that she is the closest, so the gold and silver woman shakes herself out of a doze and ruffles the feathers on her wings to get the blood flowing again. When she comes within speaking distance of the white mare, Yael smiles and wonders if she remembers the then-elusive magician. If not, she wouldn’t blame her. Yael was in deep mourning then.
“You’re back,” she says by way of greeting, though her gaze travels between the mare and her stick - who knows who she’s addressing?
In truth, Girr reminds her of Zilpah, with her childish innocence and naivete.
She misses her daughter. She misses all of her children, and the feeling of being a mother.
Yael is resting not far from the main oasis, beneath the boughs of Van’s everlasting tree, when she hears the call. A quick ‘feel’ shows that she is the closest, so the gold and silver woman shakes herself out of a doze and ruffles the feathers on her wings to get the blood flowing again. When she comes within speaking distance of the white mare, Yael smiles and wonders if she remembers the then-elusive magician. If not, she wouldn’t blame her. Yael was in deep mourning then.
“You’re back,” she says by way of greeting, though her gaze travels between the mare and her stick - who knows who she’s addressing?
[i'm sorry this is shit :/ ]