something wicked this way comes - Ophanim & Ciara

[Anaxarete]

A N A X A R E T E. They come quickly. She knew they would. But it is the girl that answers the call excitedly, and the cold woman’s icy gaze falls upon the angelic creature that is anything but.  Her gaze remains on the girl, but she speaks directly to her father. “Is it not obvious?” she asks, pointedly.  “Did you think I would leave my daughter with you forever?” she adds, with a humorless laugh.  She did have to give him credit, the girl was magnificent. A creature of extremes - sunshine all wrapped up in darkness.  It is only then that her icy snaps to the angel. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly as she speaks directly into his mind. ”I would have thought you’d be eager to get rid of her. Do not think because I’ve been absent means that I am ignorant, Ophanim.”  She knows. She always knows. She also knows that Ciara will thrive under her care - surely Ophanim could understand that.  She holds his gaze for another beat before returning her attention to the girl. “Ciara, I’m your mother. And I’ve come to take you home - take you home where you can hunt and grow into whatever it is you want to be,” she says, her gaze never wavering from the girl.  Anaxarete, unlike most mothers, does not care what it is that the girl wishes to become. A martyr or a monster - it matters little to her. But it is clear that the girl is gifted, and it would be such a pity for such a thing to be wasted and hidden away. “Pangea awaits,” she said, offering the girl freedom from the thick woods that had been her home. queen of the shadows.

 

@[Ophanim]