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The mood shifted, ever so subtly, and just for the briefest of instances as Zhol responded to what she had said. There were all sorts of ways such a thing could be taken and her thoughts guiltily traversed towards something she knew she wasn't quite ready for. There was no way that Zhol meant what he had said in that way, though. It had become abundantly clear that he would respect whatever boundaries she had in place, both wanted and unwanted until the time was right. It wouldn't be so bad here though, would it? Somewhere private and warm and away from Wind Reach proper...
And then Zhol mentioned her mother and all thoughts regarding such a thing quickly took flight and fluttered away from her. She watched the way his demeanor fell and gently reached out to place a hand against his cheek before turning and sitting up just enough to place a soft kiss against his forehead. With a small smile she turned back around and settled against her back against his chest and took one of the free strands of her hair and began to idly twist it in front of her. Her weight only gently rested against him and a the first gentle nudge she would sit forward if Zhol wanted to go about braiding her hair as he has offered.
"I don't know," she answered at first and cringed a bit at how callous that made it sound. "I do not think I know much about her either. Not really, anyway."
It seemed a strange thing to admit to someone like Zhol who grew up with a very clear feeling on Family and its importance and those that comprised it. Wind Reach was far different, though it could have been even more difficult for her to relate, Khara supposed. She could have been the child of a drudge woman, they never even met their mothers; at least, not knowingly. Khara had the advantage of a childhood before she became a Yasi that was able to spent under her mother's watch. Not all the time, however, the huntress still needed to work and Khara could vaguely remember being placed in one of the group care areas during the days when her mother would go out into The Unforgiving. But the years of that had been short and she could only remember a few days of them clearly. The rest was lost to the haze of childhood until she had to leave her mother's care entirely.
"We become Yasi when we turn eight and I only saw my mother the one hunt after I became a scout after that, so I think I have spent more time without her than with her, actually." Khara said softly, the realization bringing a small frown to her lips.
"I don't remember her having any lovers when I was little, though. There were never men in our home and she never left me alone in the evenings so I don't know what sort of men she would consider a good match." Her eyes looked downward and off to one side as she tried to recall more that may have given her a better answer. She was born, after all, so her mother had to have found some sort of man interesting at least and who knew what sort of things she got up to once she didn't have a child running about to look after in her free time. As much as the thought was practical and perfectly normal in Wind Reach, however, it didn't seem to fit with the woman she remembered.
"I do remember some things, though. Like as much as she was often stern with me, she was very protective as well. She never let me go too far away from her if we went somewhere and I remember her once getting into an argument with some man who had tried to talk to me. I do not remember about what he wanted or said, I just remember he wasn't very nice, or at least I did not think he was and he made me scared and my mother was very angry at him. She didn't yell, though, it was more quiet and scary. Scarier than he was, so he went away." The strand of hair she had been toying with was dropped and Khara raised both her hands into view and watched as her fingers interlaced with each other in awkward ways.
"I think she would have liked you though. You are very kind, which wasn't something that my mother ever considered a bad thing. And you keep me safe, which I know she would have approved of." A gentle sigh left her and Khara finally glanced back at Zhol once more. "But, mostly, you make me happy. I know if I had a daughter that is all I would ever want for her and I would very much like the person who helped make that possible. I do not think my mother would think so different."
The mood shifted, ever so subtly, and just for the briefest of instances as Zhol responded to what she had said. There were all sorts of ways such a thing could be taken and her thoughts guiltily traversed towards something she knew she wasn't quite ready for. There was no way that Zhol meant what he had said in that way, though. It had become abundantly clear that he would respect whatever boundaries she had in place, both wanted and unwanted until the time was right. It wouldn't be so bad here though, would it? Somewhere private and warm and away from Wind Reach proper...
And then Zhol mentioned her mother and all thoughts regarding such a thing quickly took flight and fluttered away from her. She watched the way his demeanor fell and gently reached out to place a hand against his cheek before turning and sitting up just enough to place a soft kiss against his forehead. With a small smile she turned back around and settled against her back against his chest and took one of the free strands of her hair and began to idly twist it in front of her. Her weight only gently rested against him and a the first gentle nudge she would sit forward if Zhol wanted to go about braiding her hair as he has offered.
"I don't know," she answered at first and cringed a bit at how callous that made it sound. "I do not think I know much about her either. Not really, anyway."
It seemed a strange thing to admit to someone like Zhol who grew up with a very clear feeling on Family and its importance and those that comprised it. Wind Reach was far different, though it could have been even more difficult for her to relate, Khara supposed. She could have been the child of a drudge woman, they never even met their mothers; at least, not knowingly. Khara had the advantage of a childhood before she became a Yasi that was able to spent under her mother's watch. Not all the time, however, the huntress still needed to work and Khara could vaguely remember being placed in one of the group care areas during the days when her mother would go out into The Unforgiving. But the years of that had been short and she could only remember a few days of them clearly. The rest was lost to the haze of childhood until she had to leave her mother's care entirely.
"We become Yasi when we turn eight and I only saw my mother the one hunt after I became a scout after that, so I think I have spent more time without her than with her, actually." Khara said softly, the realization bringing a small frown to her lips.
"I don't remember her having any lovers when I was little, though. There were never men in our home and she never left me alone in the evenings so I don't know what sort of men she would consider a good match." Her eyes looked downward and off to one side as she tried to recall more that may have given her a better answer. She was born, after all, so her mother had to have found some sort of man interesting at least and who knew what sort of things she got up to once she didn't have a child running about to look after in her free time. As much as the thought was practical and perfectly normal in Wind Reach, however, it didn't seem to fit with the woman she remembered.
"I do remember some things, though. Like as much as she was often stern with me, she was very protective as well. She never let me go too far away from her if we went somewhere and I remember her once getting into an argument with some man who had tried to talk to me. I do not remember about what he wanted or said, I just remember he wasn't very nice, or at least I did not think he was and he made me scared and my mother was very angry at him. She didn't yell, though, it was more quiet and scary. Scarier than he was, so he went away." The strand of hair she had been toying with was dropped and Khara raised both her hands into view and watched as her fingers interlaced with each other in awkward ways.
"I think she would have liked you though. You are very kind, which wasn't something that my mother ever considered a bad thing. And you keep me safe, which I know she would have approved of." A gentle sigh left her and Khara finally glanced back at Zhol once more. "But, mostly, you make me happy. I know if I had a daughter that is all I would ever want for her and I would very much like the person who helped make that possible. I do not think my mother would think so different."
"Nari" | "Common" | "Pavi"