14 Ymiden 715
“Momma, you don’t understand,” Yeva raced after the taller woman, leaping over the family dog and consequently smacked her shoulder into the door frame, books and papers and pencils scattering across the marred floor causing Hestia to stop.
“Yeva, we go over this every ten-trial-”
“I know, I know, but I’m sooo close to a break through, and I was going to study at the medical center,” Now without anything in her hands, she clung to her mother, “This is all Isaac’s fault. He stole Kaa’s food; why shouldn’t he watch the house tonight?”
“Isaac has a family now,” Hestia’s hand was gentle when she pulled away, but her eyes were stern, “I’m not going to ask him to leave his new wife, home alone. Not when all this madness happening.”
The crimes. A suspected serial killer, even, “What about me!”
Hestia groaned and headed towards the coat rack, removing a green cloak, “Petyr will be home in a couple breaks-”
‘That’s rich,’ she rolled her eyes when her mother wasn’t looking, and ‘listened’ as she defended her plan, ‘Come home, grab a change of clothes and run off to some harlot’s house, you mean?’ Her brother had about as much intention of doing as he was told as a… as, well, Petyr. The middle child and the prodigal son. Many might have believed that the youngest sibling was dotted upon, a right to the only daughter who had survived a duo of brothers, but no.
It couldn’t have been further from the truth, and when Momma said no, Momma meant no.
Yeva begrudgingly collected her dropped supplies, pouting at the diagram of insects and hand handwritten list of bite symptoms. She was supposed to be meeting with a Lightning Priestess to how to cauterize an open wound today! “This is so unfair!”
“I’ll see you after work. Stay safe,” Hestia flashed a cheeky smile and slipped past the front door, “Love you.”
The door shut, and Yeva was left alone.
“Yeva, we go over this every ten-trial-”
“I know, I know, but I’m sooo close to a break through, and I was going to study at the medical center,” Now without anything in her hands, she clung to her mother, “This is all Isaac’s fault. He stole Kaa’s food; why shouldn’t he watch the house tonight?”
“Isaac has a family now,” Hestia’s hand was gentle when she pulled away, but her eyes were stern, “I’m not going to ask him to leave his new wife, home alone. Not when all this madness happening.”
The crimes. A suspected serial killer, even, “What about me!”
Hestia groaned and headed towards the coat rack, removing a green cloak, “Petyr will be home in a couple breaks-”
‘That’s rich,’ she rolled her eyes when her mother wasn’t looking, and ‘listened’ as she defended her plan, ‘Come home, grab a change of clothes and run off to some harlot’s house, you mean?’ Her brother had about as much intention of doing as he was told as a… as, well, Petyr. The middle child and the prodigal son. Many might have believed that the youngest sibling was dotted upon, a right to the only daughter who had survived a duo of brothers, but no.
It couldn’t have been further from the truth, and when Momma said no, Momma meant no.
Yeva begrudgingly collected her dropped supplies, pouting at the diagram of insects and hand handwritten list of bite symptoms. She was supposed to be meeting with a Lightning Priestess to how to cauterize an open wound today! “This is so unfair!”
“I’ll see you after work. Stay safe,” Hestia flashed a cheeky smile and slipped past the front door, “Love you.”
The door shut, and Yeva was left alone.