09-10-2021, 03:19 PM
Ryatah
She has been a mother for nearly all of her life—she had been so young when Seduire was born, so young that it seemed impossible—and still she has not mastered it. That perilous balance between keeping them close enough that they were safe and then loosening it until they were entirely unmoored was something that she struggled with each time they were born, and never has she been able to overcome the feeling that she is failing them all. Noel had the unique misfortune of being born in the most chaotic of circumstances (rivaled only with Aislyn being born as Tephra burned down around them) and during one of, if not the, most turbulent period of her life.
There had been something especially painful in having Ashhal there to see their daughter be born and still have him deny it—to watch him leave.
To keep that pain from their daughter had been nearly impossible, and she knows she had not always hid it well. She knows Noel had witnessed her strange periods of quiet and the way she tried using everyone else—Atrox, Larva, and Illum—as distractions, and she had not been surprised at all when Noel did not choose to remain in Hyaline (even prior to the new leadership and laws).
It’s why when she hears a familiar voice and turns to find her daughter’s beautiful face (and again is reminded of how much she looks like her father, and how she had told him as much when she was born) that she is both surprised, and then all at once relieved. “Noel,” she says with a small smile, and she wastes no time closing the distance between the two of them. Without hesitation she pulls her into an embrace, holding her perhaps a little too close and a little too tightly. “I’ve missed you so much,” she murmurs into her daughter’s neck before releasing her and stepping back. “Is everything okay?”
There had been something especially painful in having Ashhal there to see their daughter be born and still have him deny it—to watch him leave.
To keep that pain from their daughter had been nearly impossible, and she knows she had not always hid it well. She knows Noel had witnessed her strange periods of quiet and the way she tried using everyone else—Atrox, Larva, and Illum—as distractions, and she had not been surprised at all when Noel did not choose to remain in Hyaline (even prior to the new leadership and laws).
It’s why when she hears a familiar voice and turns to find her daughter’s beautiful face (and again is reminded of how much she looks like her father, and how she had told him as much when she was born) that she is both surprised, and then all at once relieved. “Noel,” she says with a small smile, and she wastes no time closing the distance between the two of them. Without hesitation she pulls her into an embrace, holding her perhaps a little too close and a little too tightly. “I’ve missed you so much,” she murmurs into her daughter’s neck before releasing her and stepping back. “Is everything okay?”
EVEN ANGELS HAVE THEIR WICKED SCHEMES