17th of Cylus
*Speaking Rakahi
*Speaking Common
She’d almost killed him on that stupid horse.
It had been trials, and in his youth he hadn’t blamed her but clung to her comfort. Perhaps she was just as manipulative as her sisters used to tease but the Biqaj hadn’t been able to deny him that. Not with the blood everywhere. But keeping him on the ship was safer. Or at least put her at ease. One wrong move had destroyed an entire beast, what if he’d fallen without her?
What if, what if, what it.
Motherhood, of any kind it seemed, was rife with worries. Then she had brought Ashan in, they were still trying so hard to mesh, Ashan was anyway. Korva already knew the girl was hers, she’d known it when she’d carried the girl home. Known if even before, when the girl had conned her into help, so like herself at that age. But it had been solidified when she’d seen his bed. But maybe she should’ve asked Kes but, she hadn’t thought he would mind and so far he’d yet to voice any complaints. Later, she knew, she’d have to actually talk to them both and figure it out but she’d wait till they were in Almund or closer to the end of the next season. The face of the mer had flashed through her head. They wouldn’t need a discussion if she were not coming back.
The woman sighed, her thoughts too morose to simply wash away. “U’frek, ya enjoy testing me, don’t ya?”
She muttered, picking at the frozen water on the wood of the deck idly while her gaze dropped to the hatch where the two were sleeping. Softer still she stared out into the moonlit waters with an expression she refused to show the kids, unwrapping the candle from the shirt she’d had it hidden in.
“What am I gonna do with all this?” But the water gave no answer and she rolled her eyes with a rueful smile, “Yer a great listener U’frek but yer shit for advice.”
Out of the corner of her eye when she looked at the candle were flames, his face, his screams. There was no need to touch it when, ironically, the memory was burned into her retinas. And in the corners of her eyes, only when Ashan wasn’t there did she him, like flickering firelight.
“I don’t know what ya want me to do. I ain’t—ya did it to yerself—why in the name of U’frek do ya kids gotta go looking for trouble?” No matter how hypocritical the words were Korva couldn’t help them. They slipped out mournfully. Kes was just like the boy of fire, Ashan too, so ready to take on her brothers supposed murderers. There was no saving them from themselves and she supposed she wasn’t much better but that wasn’t the point. She was the adult, it was her job to protect them not the other way around but Kes was always wandering off, so ready to leave her behind sometimes but she couldn’t begrudge him. It was in their nature, whether he liked to travel with his weird land habits or not, he was a wanderer like any Biqaj. “Gotta get that boy a boat.”
The words drifted out to no one as she stood, pulling her clothes around her tighter wondering if it really was day or night as she tip toed off the ship.
**Borrowed this template from free to use*Speaking Rakahi
*Speaking Common
She’d almost killed him on that stupid horse.
It had been trials, and in his youth he hadn’t blamed her but clung to her comfort. Perhaps she was just as manipulative as her sisters used to tease but the Biqaj hadn’t been able to deny him that. Not with the blood everywhere. But keeping him on the ship was safer. Or at least put her at ease. One wrong move had destroyed an entire beast, what if he’d fallen without her?
What if, what if, what it.
Motherhood, of any kind it seemed, was rife with worries. Then she had brought Ashan in, they were still trying so hard to mesh, Ashan was anyway. Korva already knew the girl was hers, she’d known it when she’d carried the girl home. Known if even before, when the girl had conned her into help, so like herself at that age. But it had been solidified when she’d seen his bed. But maybe she should’ve asked Kes but, she hadn’t thought he would mind and so far he’d yet to voice any complaints. Later, she knew, she’d have to actually talk to them both and figure it out but she’d wait till they were in Almund or closer to the end of the next season. The face of the mer had flashed through her head. They wouldn’t need a discussion if she were not coming back.
The woman sighed, her thoughts too morose to simply wash away. “U’frek, ya enjoy testing me, don’t ya?”
She muttered, picking at the frozen water on the wood of the deck idly while her gaze dropped to the hatch where the two were sleeping. Softer still she stared out into the moonlit waters with an expression she refused to show the kids, unwrapping the candle from the shirt she’d had it hidden in.
“What am I gonna do with all this?” But the water gave no answer and she rolled her eyes with a rueful smile, “Yer a great listener U’frek but yer shit for advice.”
Out of the corner of her eye when she looked at the candle were flames, his face, his screams. There was no need to touch it when, ironically, the memory was burned into her retinas. And in the corners of her eyes, only when Ashan wasn’t there did she him, like flickering firelight.
“I don’t know what ya want me to do. I ain’t—ya did it to yerself—why in the name of U’frek do ya kids gotta go looking for trouble?” No matter how hypocritical the words were Korva couldn’t help them. They slipped out mournfully. Kes was just like the boy of fire, Ashan too, so ready to take on her brothers supposed murderers. There was no saving them from themselves and she supposed she wasn’t much better but that wasn’t the point. She was the adult, it was her job to protect them not the other way around but Kes was always wandering off, so ready to leave her behind sometimes but she couldn’t begrudge him. It was in their nature, whether he liked to travel with his weird land habits or not, he was a wanderer like any Biqaj. “Gotta get that boy a boat.”
The words drifted out to no one as she stood, pulling her clothes around her tighter wondering if it really was day or night as she tip toed off the ship.