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Re: Nightshade and Juniper 20.5
(Anonymous) 2013-07-19 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)She was still up, dressed in her Shrouded Armour, sitting alone in the kitchen, reading to herself. Appropriately enough, it was Madmen of the Reach.
“Eola,” Liriel called out softly, voice echoing out around the Sanctuary's stone walls. “Eola, we're back.” Behind her, Cicero padded behind, dropping his pack off near the alchemy lab and retrieving the wrapped package containing several fine cuts of Nord, in need of defrosting but ready to go once that had been done. He didn't say anything, hanging back nervously, staring wide-eyed at Eola.
Eola closed the book, turning to look at Liriel, hopeful smile on her face.
“Hey, cariad, you're back, how'd it go? Liriel?” She saw the sorrow on Liriel's face, smile vanishing. “Liriel, what's wrong, what happened? We didn't...”
“Ulfric's dead, don't worry,” said Liriel quietly. “We won.”
Eola shook her head, hand to her mouth. “You're not celebrating. What happened? Who died? Oh gods. Oh gods no, he's not...”
“Madanach's fine,” said Liriel, really not sure how to approach this but Eola was no fool, she clearly knew something was up. Best just to tell her. “Eola, I'm so sorry but... Kaie's dead. She was killed in the battle. We had her funeral last night.”
Soft laugh from Eola, who was shaking her head slowly.
“No,” Eola whispered. “No, she's not. She can't be. She...” Eola's eyes flicked from Liriel to Cicero, who was sniffling quietly behind Liriel, and Eola's face fell, hands going to her face as she bent low in her seat.
“Stupid she-daedra,” Eola gasped. “Stupid troll-faced she-daedra, what did she go and do that for?? She's not meant to... she's meant to be the responsible one, she's meant to be Queen one day, the Reach needs her! Da needs her! I need -” She stopped, letting out a sob. “Kaie, you stupid bitch, you can't be dead, you just can't.” Then Eola was crying, the predatory cannibalistic murdering Daedra-worshipper losing it completely and if it had broken Liriel's heart to see Madanach unhappy, it was downright weird to see Eola in tears.
“Eola...” Liriel whispered, all suspicions confirmed, but it was Cicero who pushed past her, racing to Eola's side, flinging the frozen cuts of Nord onto the table and kneeling at Eola's feet.
“Sweetling, sweetling, don't cry, don't cry, Cicero is here, oh sweetling, come here.” He was cradling her in his arms, holding her and rubbing her back, soothing her gently as she clung onto him, bawling her eyes out into his jester shirt. Liriel wondered if she should perhaps leave them to it, but Eola's tears finally subsided and she slowly looked up, defeated.
“You know, don't you,” she said quietly. Liriel nodded, hoping she looked sufficiently sympathetic.
“Madanach finally let your name slip and I realised,” Liriel said quietly, coming to kneel next to Eola, who was digesting this, working out what it all meant.
“Does he know I'm here?” Eola asked, looking away, looking as if her world had come crashing down. Liriel shook her head.
“Didn't want to get his hopes up. But he knows I'm out looking for you. He misses you, Eola.”
“Does he,” Eola whispered. “Is that why it's taken all this time for you to even find out from him I existed?”
“Don't say that, it's not like that!” Liriel protested, hand on Eola's back. “He adores you! He has no idea if you're even alive, he thinks that even if you are, you're done with the Reach, done with him. He thinks you don't care, that you've forgotten about him, that he'll never see you again. He doesn't know you were in the crowd at Markarth screaming 'All Hail the Reach-King', he doesn't know you helped me kill Matriarchs because you knew he wanted it, he's got no idea it was you who went for Arnbjorn after he got mauled. He doesn't know you're still his little girl at heart.”
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 20.6
(Anonymous) 2013-07-19 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)“No!” Liriel cried, appalled. Dear gods, Eola really thought that? She really hadn't been lying, it seemed. “Eola, he doesn't think that at all! He told me what had happened, you ran away because your mother tried to force you into marriage after you had entirely understandable reservations about joining an unwinnable war after what happened to your sisters. He thinks it's his fault, that he's to blame because he was in prison your entire childhood and couldn't do anything to stop it! Eola, the father who you said was the only one who never judged you, who loved you no matter what – he still does. He never stopped. You've still got him. If you want him.”
Eola closed her eyes and then she was crying again, heedless of anything as Cicero mewled and fussed over her, tears in his own eyes and Liriel finally took matters into her own hands and put her arms around the pair of them, holding them both to her as Eola sobbed her heart out. It seemed like a long time indeed before Eola's tears finally subsided.
“Can I go to bed?” Eola whispered. “I can't – I can't deal with all this right now, I just can't.”
Of course not, it must be midnight by now at least. They could all do with sleep by this point.
“Come on,” Liriel said, helping Eola up. “Let's go to my room. Bed's big enough for all three of us. Don't think you should be alone tonight.”
Eola nodded and let Liriel lead her off. Cicero lingered long enough to store the meat somewhere safe before following in their wake.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Liriel tucked Eola up in bed before spooning in behind her, Cicero snuggling in on her other side. Eola had stripped out of her Shrouds, exchanging them for a night shift, and both Liriel and Cicero kept themselves relatively covered. Eola needed comfort, nothing else, and she curled up into a ball, crying herself to sleep as they held her.
It was many hours later by the time any of them woke up, exhaustion and grief wearing them out. Liriel opened her eyes as Eola climbed out of bed, reaching for her clothes.
“Eola?” Liriel asked, wondering if she was really all right. Almost certainly not, but much like her father, she was more than capable of faking it if she had to.
“What?” Eola called back. “Need something, Liriel?”
“No, just wondered if you were all right,” Liriel said, acutely aware of how stupid that sounded but what else did she ask under these circumstances?
“No,” Eola said quietly. “Not really. But there's not much I can do, right? Kaie's dance might be over, but I still have mine.”
That sounded so much like something Madanach might say, Liriel could have cried. As it was, she held her composure, just about.
“Cicero brought you some meat,” Liriel told her. “A Nord highwayman. It's in the pantry if you're hungry.” At the mention of his name, Cicero stirred, poking his head above the pillow and blinking adorably up at them both. Eola actually smiled to hear that.
“Bless you both, you're the sweetest little murderers I've had the pleasure of knowing,” Eola purred. Cicero went a little bit pink but grinned to hear it, and stayed cheerful as he watched Eola leave.
“She likes me!” Cicero cooed to Liriel, eyes shining. Liriel ruffled his hair.
“I think so too, but you're still mourning Kaie, remember?”
“I know,” Cicero said quietly, lowering his eyes. “Cicero misses Kaie, and Eola is not her sister, Cicero knows. But Eola spoke truly. Our dance did not end because Kaie's did. Cicero could be happy with Eola.”
“I think so too,” Liriel whispered, pleased to see Cicero looking hopeful again. “Just give her a bit of space and time, hmm? Besides, Madanach's not going to be pleased if you crawl straight from one daughter's bed into the next, is he?”
Was it Liriel's imagination or did Cicero look ever so slightly eager at the prospect of an angry Madanach?
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 20.7
(Anonymous) 2013-07-19 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)“Good, you keep it that way,” Liriel warned him, reaching for her Shrouds. She knew humans reacted strangely to grief, but even so, there were limits. Fortunately, Cicero didn't argue, just pulling his motley on and skipping off to the kitchen.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eola was tucking in to the meat Cicero had brought her, apparently quite cheerful – on the outside anyway. She was laughing and joking with the rest of the Sanctuary, and it was almost as if she'd never been hurt. Liriel debated whether to say anything then decided not to. It was Eola's business after all.
It was only after dinner was finished that Eola tracked down Liriel, taking her aside for a private conversation.
“So you're not here just to break the sad news of my sister's passing to me, are you?” Eola said quietly. Liriel shook her head. Eola was no fool and had grasped what Liriel initially had not.
“Madanach needs an heir, doesn't he,” Eola said, more than a touch of bitterness to her voice. “And you want me to go to Markarth and be it, don't you.”
“I'm afraid so,” Liriel sighed. “I know it's probably the last thing you wanted, but I don't have a choice. I can't give him an heir – any child I have wouldn't be an adult for years after he dies and the Reach does not need a century or more of Altmer rule. Doesn't need the bloodbath that would result from his blood brothers all claiming the throne in the absence of an heir either.”
“Blood brothers,” Eola laughed, her voice hollow. “He has blood brothers. I imagine I'll end up marrying one, won't I? That's usually what happens when there's a child of one sex and blood brothers or sisters of the other. Da's joined the Empire to stop external enemies taking over, but there's always internal Reach politics, isn't there?”
“You might have to, yes,” Liriel admitted, patting her arm. “But not for a while and he'd never force you, you know that. Besides, if you want a respected blood brother of your father at your back, there's one who likes you already.”
That did get Eola's attention. “Yeah? I didn't know I knew any of them, who...?” She followed Liriel's gaze, eyes falling on Cicero and her eyes widened. “No! Really? Since when?”
“Since the funeral, Madanach did it as a way of thanking him for avenging Kaie and bringing her remains home, but they love him in the Reach. Garra-Lann they call him, the Knife That Laughs. And Jarl-Killer, but no one's officially meant to know he killed Igmund so they keep quiet about that one. The Forsworn think he's a hero, Eola. No one with a brain would put him in charge of anything, but you walk into Markarth with him at your side, that popularity will rub off. Eola, if you want Cicero, he's yours. Just wait a decent interval, that's all.”
“He's... a blood-brother of my father,” Eola gasped, shaking her head. “Cicero Garra-Lann! Holy Namira, that's adorable.” Her smile faded a little as she dropped her eyes. “I don't suppose I can just order him into my bed, can I?”
Liriel shook her head. “I think there'll need to be courtship first. And you're both still mourning your sister, don't forget.”
“I know,” said Eola quietly. “Speaking of which, must be nearly sunset by now, right? I take it they'll inter her ashes in the old way, buried at her birthplace and some scattered in the river, right?”
Liriel confirmed that had been Madanach's plan.
“They'll have done it by now in that case, it doesn't take that long to get back from Windhelm and the funeral was two nights ago now,” said Eola thoughtfully. “Liriel, can you and Cicero meet me on the beach outside an hour after sundown? There's something I need to do.”
~~~~~~~~~~
When Liriel emerged from the Sanctuary, Cicero at her back, Eola was waiting, dressed in her Shrouds, kneeling by the waterline, staring at the stars. In her hand, she was clutching a handful of nightshade.
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 20.8
(Anonymous) 2013-07-19 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)“I never got to go to the funeral,” said Eola softly. “Never got to share my story. Never got to say goodbye. But you two are here to bear witness, and you both knew her. You'll do.” She straightened up, brushing her hair back behind her ears and began.
“I knew Kaie ap Madanach,” Eola intoned. “She was my sister. And my rival. And sometimes... sometimes my friend. Eithne was the one I idolised, Ama was the one who looked out for us both, but Kaie was the one I played with. Sometimes we fought. Sometimes we argued. Kaie could never understand why I just couldn't buckle down and put up with Ma like she did. She'd not seen them kill Ama, she didn't get it, I don't think. At least, I didn't think that at the time. Now, I'm not sure. Now I think perhaps she got it more than I did. She was the one who stayed. The loyal one. The good girl. The perfect princess. A hard act to follow and I... what am I next to that?? I saw her at Markarth leading troops, I saw her on that balcony looking like she was born to be there! When we were little, I thought she was weak for just going along with everyone's plans for her, but the woman she became wasn't weak at all, she was a true Queen in waiting. And now she's gone and it's my turn and... and I'm scared! I don't know what I'm doing, I didn't pay any attention to any of it as a kid and then I ran away and spent my entire adult life doing whatever I felt like and none of it's prepared me for a damn thing! Kaie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you as a teenager, I know Ma didn't care but you were trying to help in your own way. I was the one too stupid to listen and now you're gone and... and I'll never be able to say sorry. I'll never be able to ask you for help. It's just me now, me and Da, I guess and I don't even know... He's a stranger now, Kaie. A handsome, charismatic, powerful stranger who's King of the Reach, but he's not the man who'd sweep into camp, pick me up and tell me stories or swing me round in the air so I could pretend I was a dragon. That man loved me. I think the King of the Reach is going to be horribly disappointed. But I don't have a choice. I wish you were here, Kaie. I miss you so much. You were right. I was wrong. Now I've got to try and be a Forsworn princess without you. It's not gonna be easy. This is your road I'm walking, not mine. But life and death chose other paths for us. I hope the old gods knew what they were doing.”
Eola wiped the tears from her eyes and got up, casting the nightshade flowers onto the ocean waves, watching as they drifted away.
“From the Void we came, to the Void we return,” Eola whispered. “Dance in starlight, Kaie.”
“Dance in starlight,” Liriel said softly, coming to stand next to Eola, putting an arm around her. She'd guessed right. Eola wanted to say goodbye.
On Eola's other side, Cicero had sidled up, snuggling next to her and the three of them stood that way for some time in silence, just watching the stars. Finally Eola broke away, heading to where her pack was waiting. She'd packed everything she owned.
“You're going somewhere?” Liriel asked, starting to panic. Eola couldn't run away! She was needed in Markarth! She needed to be Madanach's heir so he didn't have to marry a Reachwoman.
“Yeah,” Eola sighed. She saw the stricken look on Liriel's face and smiled. “I'm not running away, don't worry. Da's still getting his heir. You don't need to worry about my line turning up to disinherit your baby one day.”
“That's not what I was worried about,” Liriel whispered. Eola frowned a little, then her eyebrows shot up.
“You were afraid he'd send you away and marry someone else? Oh cariad, he wouldn't do that, he loves you...” Eola's voice died away as she saw the look on Liriel's face, the tears that Liriel refused to cry but that would come spilling out if Eola pressed that point. “Wait, did he say he'd do that?”
“He didn't want to, but he said he wouldn't have a choice if I didn't give him heirs,” Liriel said brokenly. “Then when I found out about you... Eola, please. I don't... I can't...”
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 20.9
(Anonymous) 2013-07-19 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)“Liriel,” Eola murmured. “Champion of Namira. Don't worry, cariad, don't worry. He's going to marry you, don't you worry about that.” She let Liriel go and stood back, sad little smile in place. “Giving up my freedom's a big deal for me, I hope you realise that. But for you, I'll do it. Just let me go on one last hunt, one last contract. I took the Maluril job off Nazir, it's not far and on the way. When that's done, I'll head down there, turn myself in, see what he's got to say. I hope you're right about him missing me, Liriel.”
“He does,” Liriel breathed, remembering the hope in Madanach's eyes as she'd said goodbye. “He loves you, I promise.”
Eola laughed, kissed Liriel on the cheek and turned to Cicero.
“Well, Cicero, this is it. Next time you see me, I'll be a princess.”
Cicero laughed nervously, but his heart wasn't in it, in fact he was trembling. Suddenly he pounced on her, clinging on to Eola and sniffling into her shoulder.
“Eola must take care,” he managed to say. “Eola must stay safe and be happy and if Eola is not happy...” He let her go, staring into her eyes, looking very serious for once. “Eola must write and tell Cicero. Cicero will not leave you alone with the silence, waiting for a voice that never comes. Cicero is your brother. Cicero will not leave.”
“I know,” said Eola. She kissed him quickly on the cheek and broke away, shouldering her pack and without looking back, ran towards Dawnstar. Liriel and Cicero watched until she was out of sight, and it was only then that Cicero collapsed in Liriel's arms, sniffling all over her.
“Cicero,” Liriel whispered, not sure what to say to him. “She'll be all right, her father loves her.”
“Love?” Cicero gasped, his voice ragged and harsh. “Love is not chaining your beloved up, not unless they like chains. Eola was not made to be a prisoner.”
“She's just like her father then,” Liriel said quietly, holding Cicero tight. “She'll be all right, she will! We'll give her a few weeks, listen out for news that she's been officially made heir, then we'll go see her. Don't worry, Cicero. Between the two of us, we can take care of her. We're not abandoning our sister.”
Cicero tightened his grip on her Shrouded Armour. “Never,” he growled. Liriel ruffled his hair, starting to smile. She couldn't bring Kaie back, she couldn't birth an heir for him herself... but she could send Madanach his youngest child. Maybe Eola was scared, but Liriel knew her better than she realised. The Reach was going to be just fine.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two weeks. Two weeks since Kaie had burned and Windhelm had fallen. Two weeks since returning to Markarth and a city poised for victory celebrations had become a city in mourning.
Two weeks of constant whispering and looks and speculation, because he was a king without heirs and the whole Reach knew it. Had Madanach gained his kingdom only to lose it?
He'd said Liriel could have a year, but he wasn't sure he could stand a year of this. Not the rumours, the gossip, not the filthy looks Argis was getting from some of the Forsworn and definitely not the unofficial approaches to Nepos from families with eligible young daughters all wondering if the Reach-King was keen to get right on with replacing Kaie.
It didn't work like that. Madanach missed her more than he could even find words for. Many was the time he'd gone to look for her without realising, or stood in the doorway of her room and just stared at it, willing its occupant to come home. They'd already cleared her personal effects out, the weapons and armour to the armoury, everything else into storage. He'd not been able to face doing it himself.
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 20.10
(Anonymous) 2013-07-19 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)It was in this frame of mind that Madanach retired to his bedroom, the grand master bedroom of Markarth's Jarls and now he had it, he wasn't even sure he wanted it. He'd rather have Druadach Redoubt as home and Kaie in the next tent over. I miss you, daughter. I'd trade all this away to bring you back to life. I should never have taken you to Windhelm, I should have listened to Nepos, left you here... oh Kaie.
He closed the door behind him, leaning back against it, resisting the temptation to sink to the floor in a little ball and howl at the unfairness of it all. As it was, he was having a hard time keeping it together. At least, he was until he glimpsed movement, a flash of black and red cloth in his chair, facing the waterfall, heard the sound of someone else breathing and by Sithis he wasn't alone.
Mage armour sparked into life around him and lightning crackled into his hands.
“Who are you,” he growled, grief forgotten. “How did you get in here?”
“Oh, don't blame your guards, no one sees me if I don't want them to,” a woman laughed, and while the accent was a Reach one, it wasn't quite like the rest of the Forsworn. Softer. Less rough edges. A bit more cultured, with hints of Cyrodiil and High Rock and even Morrowind, as if the speaker had travelled. She got to her feet, dressed in the Shrouded Robes of the Brotherhood, the hood hiding her face, but she was about three inches shorter than him and from the look of her, young but not inexperienced. A Dark Brotherhood assassin and a skilled one, but not one of those from Falkreath... or was she? Madanach recalled hearing how Liriel had had another recruit at her side when killing Drascua, not one of Astrid's but one of hers, and Madanach vaguely recalled that Nord werewolf dying in agony as a woman in Shrouded Armour had shocked him to death then shoved a sword into his chest in a move that would have done any Forsworn proud. Was this her?
“Did Liriel send you?” Madanach asked warily. The woman stood facing him, faint smile just visible under that hood. She nodded once.
“It's not a contract, is it?” Madanach asked, fairly certain it probably wasn't. Liriel would take no contract against him, but if she ever did, she'd probably see to it in person. The woman shook her head.
“No,” she whispered, voice catching in her throat. “No, I... I heard you lost your daughter. I was told you needed an heir.”
Now things had just got very weird indeed, although Liriel had always been a pragmatic sort and sending a Reachwoman Dark Sister to be surrogate mother was the type of thing she might think of. All the same, he preferred being consulted on this sort of arrangement first.
“I just lost my daughter, I'm not taking another wife just yet,” he growled. “Or a concubine, for that matter. Out with it. Why did she send you?”
Laughter that was almost a sob. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”
“Should I?” Madanach asked, but his instincts were nagging at him, something telling him he should know this woman, and then he remembered what Liriel had said she'd confidently be able to do. Surely not, it hadn't even been a month...
It can't be. You can't be alive, here, come home, you can't...
She'd not replied, just staring at those muffled shoes of hers, shoulders hunched and arms folded as her earlier confidence died out of her. As if she feared his reaction.
“Show me your face,” he whispered. “If we know each other, show me your face. You could be anyone under there.”
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 20.11
(Anonymous) 2013-07-19 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)She was breathing deeply, almost gasping for breath, as she raised her eyes to his. Madanach stepped closer, own breath catching in his throat, sure this wasn't real, it couldn't be, not Eola come back to him...
“It can't be,” he whispered. “Surely not...”
She nodded slowly, putting a hand to her mouth, tears in her eyes.
“It's me,” she breathed. “Daddy, it's me, I came home...”
There were tears on her cheeks and Madanach's own vision was starting to blur as he reached her, hand raised to touch her face. She actually did sob at that, leaning into his hand.
“She found you,” Madanach gasped, barely able to believe that Eola, his Eola, had finally come back to him. He'd still got a daughter. Still got an heir. Got his little princess back. “Liriel actually found you. Eola...”
Eola nodded, dissolving into tears, and Madanach pulled her into his arms, holding her to him, kissing the top of her head and clutching her to his chest, afraid to let her go in case she ran away again.
“I'm sorry,” Eola sobbed, clinging on to him. “I'm so sorry.”
“Daughter,” Madanach gasped, knowing his own tears were flowing and not caring. “You came back. You're not... you're not dead.”
Eola shook her head, still weeping. Madanach could barely believe it. She'd heard, she must have heard the news, all of it, he'd hoped she might, wondered constantly but decided she didn't care any more or she'd have come to see him, surely? Now she had, and she clearly cared because here she was, sobbing all over him like it was her fault. Gods, never, none of it, didn't she realise that?
“You came home,” he murmured, kissing her again. “That's all that matters. You're here and alive, that's the important thing, the only thing. Cariad, cariad, you're home now. It's all right. I've got you.”
“It's not all right!” she sobbed. “I ran away! And – and Kaie's gone and I never got to...”
Never got to say goodbye? Or that she was sorry? Madanach didn't know a lot about how Kaie and Eola had got on, they'd not really talked about it much, but while Kaie had had a lot of anger towards Eola for running, he'd seen enough to know that the anger masked a deeper hurt. Kaie had cared about her little sister even though she'd disapproved. Seemed the feeling had been mutual.
“I don't blame you for running,” Madanach said quietly. “After what your mother did to you, I'm not surprised, in fact I'm proud of you for not taking it. We suffered enough from the Nords, we shouldn't have to put up with abuse from our own. I just wish I'd been there when you needed me.”
“You were in Cidhna Mine, you couldn't help it,” Eola whispered. Madanach could only laugh bitterly at that.
“Oh m'inyeen. I should have broken out years ago. I wanted to. Wanted to go after you, try and find you... where did you go? What happened to your eye? Have you been in the Dark Brotherhood all that time, is that how you met Liriel?”
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 20.12
(Anonymous) 2013-07-19 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)“It was you who helped her kill Drascua,” Madanach whispered, not sure whether to scream at her for risking her life like that or be very impressed. He settled for impressed. He didn't want her to run away again after all. Eola nodded.
“Yeah. She comes in about a month after you escaped, saying someone very high up in the Forsworn is losing patience with the Matriarchs and wants them bringing into line and needed the children of Sithis to do it for them. There's only one person in the Forsworn who'd see the Hags as rivals and not be one. Of course I said yes. Anything my da needs, my da gets.”
Including an heir to the throne, it seemed. A talented, brave, resilient, loyal heir to the throne who could lose an eye and just brush it off as an experiment gone wrong (what had she been summoning exactly??).
“That's very sweet of you, daughter,” Madanach murmured, stroking her hair as she nestled up against him. “Thinking of your old da like that, I'm touched.”
He felt her laugh, fingers squeezing his upper arm, and while he might be joking on the outside, he was barely containing himself on the inside. She'd been five when he last saw her, a tiny little thing who followed him everywhere and wanted to be just like him when she grew up and wanted to be a mighty warrior-witch too so they could kill Nords together. She always had idolised him. He'd loved the attention even while he'd recalled how brutal and bloody the reality was and felt horrible about the eventual disillusionment. He'd always imagined he'd be there to help her through it. As it was, he'd been torn away from her first.
“I didn't even think you'd remember me,” Madanach said, rather glad she couldn't see his face right now. “I thought you must have grown up, gone away and forgotten about me. I didn't think I'd ever see you again.”
Eola shook her head, finally lifting her face up to look at him, blotchy and tearful but he still thought she looked beautiful.
“How was I ever supposed to forget you?” she whispered. “You were everything to me! I loved you so much... and then you were gone. They said you'd been taken prisoner, but I never believed them. I thought you'd died, you must have done, how could anyone lock you away? Took me years to finally realise even you had your weaknesses. I didn't think I'd ever see you again either... but I never forgot.”
Madanach couldn't even talk by this point, a master speech-maker lost for words. All he could do was hold his daughter in his arms and weep for the ones he'd lost... and for the last of them returned to him, one last gift from the old gods. Kaie was gone and he'd always mourn her as he grieved for her sisters... but Eola lived and was his again. By the grace of the old gods, he swore that this time, he'd get it right.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: And there you go, a nice happy reunion to warm your hearts and console you after the angst-fest that the last two chapters were. Next chapter - Eola and Madanach are finding that all is not running smoothly as both have to start dealing with who the other actually is, not who they remember. Fortunately, Liriel and Cicero are on hand to help, and the timing couldn't be better as the Reach's politics take an unexpected turn.
Re: Nightshade and Juniper 20.12
(Anonymous) 2013-07-20 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)