06-25-2015, 11:06 AM
Her children are her pride and joy and glory - all of them, from her first born to the most recent adoptee. It is easy to say that a parent loves their natural children, for a mother who carries them within her womb, it seems almost natural. These two foundlings are equally precious to her. Her heart ached for Munroe when he disappeared. Kabe was a salve she didn’t know she needed. They were hers and she was theirs and they were each others. They had to take care of each other. That is what a family does.
He calls her mother, and the dam inside her breaks.
Her great golden wings - the ones he was so fascinated by as a colt, the ones with the soft and shiny feathers; his security blanket - fold around him in a tight embrace. If she could take away all his fear, she would. And then, of course, it comes to her. She can. While she would never tamper with his memories, she can alleviate whatever sense of abandonment he might have felt at the situation (she would never abandon him). Gently, ever so gently, she tries to siphon off a bit of sadness and lost-childness from the past few years. Really, it was more of a ‘everything that happened wasn’t as bad as it seems because I’m home now’ feeling. And he might even start to think that it was ‘all a bit of a grand adventure!’
Yael murmurs into his ear, “I vas so worried about you, Munroe. Velcome home, darleeng. I love you.” She brushes her velvety soft nose across his neck in a maternal gesture, as if she were tucking a son’s stray hair behind his ear. She can feel Kabe in the background, and is actually glad the girl found them, even if Munroe isn’t. He quickly backpedals, and Yael turns to look at Kabe, gesturing her over with a smile and wave of her wings.
“Kabe, I’d like you to meet somevone. T’is ees Munroe, and he ees my first adoptive son. Munroe, t’is ees Kabechet. She ees like you. She ees your seester now.” She watches the two of them curiously, eager to see how Munroe will take the newest addition to her family. She is the only one around, and they should keep each other company. Briefly, she wonders what would happen if Etro, or Kitra and Akbar were to return…. how would her two foundlings feel about that?
He calls her mother, and the dam inside her breaks.
Her great golden wings - the ones he was so fascinated by as a colt, the ones with the soft and shiny feathers; his security blanket - fold around him in a tight embrace. If she could take away all his fear, she would. And then, of course, it comes to her. She can. While she would never tamper with his memories, she can alleviate whatever sense of abandonment he might have felt at the situation (she would never abandon him). Gently, ever so gently, she tries to siphon off a bit of sadness and lost-childness from the past few years. Really, it was more of a ‘everything that happened wasn’t as bad as it seems because I’m home now’ feeling. And he might even start to think that it was ‘all a bit of a grand adventure!’
Yael murmurs into his ear, “I vas so worried about you, Munroe. Velcome home, darleeng. I love you.” She brushes her velvety soft nose across his neck in a maternal gesture, as if she were tucking a son’s stray hair behind his ear. She can feel Kabe in the background, and is actually glad the girl found them, even if Munroe isn’t. He quickly backpedals, and Yael turns to look at Kabe, gesturing her over with a smile and wave of her wings.
“Kabe, I’d like you to meet somevone. T’is ees Munroe, and he ees my first adoptive son. Munroe, t’is ees Kabechet. She ees like you. She ees your seester now.” She watches the two of them curiously, eager to see how Munroe will take the newest addition to her family. She is the only one around, and they should keep each other company. Briefly, she wonders what would happen if Etro, or Kitra and Akbar were to return…. how would her two foundlings feel about that?
Yael, guardian of the desert