5th of Winter, 515AV
[color=purple]"But if you're half myrian, doesn't that mean I'm half myrian too?" The little girl look up to her big sister with large cat like eyes full of curiosity. There was a lot the youngest member of the Windheart Pavilion did not understand. Including the ethnicity of both her sister and herself. The two shared some of the same features, so there was no denying that they were sisters. However, it is because they share some features little Nika was so confused. Yanca is part myrian, shouldn't she be too?
"No, that is not how it works." Yanca looked back at her sister, who sat atop her strider as she pulled him. Then her eyes shifted from her sister to the baby boy strapped to her chest and swaddled in blankets.
She did not know how she was left with the responsibility of taking care of the children. It's true that both Jaime and Nika favor her more than anyone else on the pavilion but she is no good with children. The responsibility at least. Yanca is a great big sister to Nika and an even greater aunt to Jaime, who finds everything she does hysterical. Nonetheless, there was a lot she did not know how to do. Like, feeding Jaime, rocking him to sleep and making sure he has a clean cloth on his bottom at all times. As for Nika, she would ask her questions and Yanca would answer them in ways that sounded complicated to the little girl. Which is why she would be very careful explaining to Nika that she is not a mixed blood like her big sister.
"You and I do not have the same father." Yanca told her nonchalantly. This was nothing new to Nika. The minute she could understand how families and relationships worked, Nika was told this. Zulrav only knows how many times she was told this. But there was still a lot she did not understand. "My father is myrian and yours is a drykas man. But we have the same mother. Like how you and Iasetta have the same father."
"But you are still drykas too, right?"
"Yes. Always. I speak pavi, I have bonded with Golem." She hugged the muzzled of the large horse, kissing it gently. "Now does that answer all your questions?" Nika nodded her head. "Good. Let us find something to do."
It was the 5th of Winter. Pavilions had just been put up and most people were going back to doing what they usually do. For the Windheart Pavilion, that meant work. Which is how she was put on babysitting duty. Everyone was in some sort of rush this morning, even Ian Windheart who did all of his work on the pavilion. Iasetta did not even ask Yanca to watch Jaime, she just placed him in Yanca's tent with all his necessities before running off on yet another hunting trip. The pavilion was empty with the exception of Ian but you hardly knew he was there. Nika was growing and so was she. Yanca felt the only way to resolve this issue is to wander around Endrykas until they found something to do.
"I wish there was more snow." Nika stuck her hand out to catch a tiny snowflake that melted right away.
"More snow?" Yanca's tone of voice clearly stated how disgusted she was. Yanca hated the snow. She hated the way it looked, how it keeps going and she also hated how cold it felt once it touched your skin. The snow hardly covered the ground and she was grateful for that. She hoped it stayed with way but anyone who's been living in Endrykas for sometime knows that it will get worse. "The less snow that falls, the better." With that being said, Yanca continued moving through Endrykas.
The young woman's constant moving finally woke the toddler strapped to her chest. Jaime opened his green eyes and began wailing. The boy's crying startled Yanca, making her stop and wrap her hands around the child. She starting rocking him, hoping and praying that will calm him but it didn't. Jaime continued to cry and cry and Yanca didn't know what to do. She looked back at her little sister for a clue but she simply shrugged. Neither of them had experience with babies and so Jaime continued to cry which got louder. "Jaime, sweet little Jaime, please stop crying." She hoped asking the boy would get him to stop but Jaime continued.
[color=purple]"But if you're half myrian, doesn't that mean I'm half myrian too?" The little girl look up to her big sister with large cat like eyes full of curiosity. There was a lot the youngest member of the Windheart Pavilion did not understand. Including the ethnicity of both her sister and herself. The two shared some of the same features, so there was no denying that they were sisters. However, it is because they share some features little Nika was so confused. Yanca is part myrian, shouldn't she be too?
"No, that is not how it works." Yanca looked back at her sister, who sat atop her strider as she pulled him. Then her eyes shifted from her sister to the baby boy strapped to her chest and swaddled in blankets.
She did not know how she was left with the responsibility of taking care of the children. It's true that both Jaime and Nika favor her more than anyone else on the pavilion but she is no good with children. The responsibility at least. Yanca is a great big sister to Nika and an even greater aunt to Jaime, who finds everything she does hysterical. Nonetheless, there was a lot she did not know how to do. Like, feeding Jaime, rocking him to sleep and making sure he has a clean cloth on his bottom at all times. As for Nika, she would ask her questions and Yanca would answer them in ways that sounded complicated to the little girl. Which is why she would be very careful explaining to Nika that she is not a mixed blood like her big sister.
"You and I do not have the same father." Yanca told her nonchalantly. This was nothing new to Nika. The minute she could understand how families and relationships worked, Nika was told this. Zulrav only knows how many times she was told this. But there was still a lot she did not understand. "My father is myrian and yours is a drykas man. But we have the same mother. Like how you and Iasetta have the same father."
"But you are still drykas too, right?"
"Yes. Always. I speak pavi, I have bonded with Golem." She hugged the muzzled of the large horse, kissing it gently. "Now does that answer all your questions?" Nika nodded her head. "Good. Let us find something to do."
It was the 5th of Winter. Pavilions had just been put up and most people were going back to doing what they usually do. For the Windheart Pavilion, that meant work. Which is how she was put on babysitting duty. Everyone was in some sort of rush this morning, even Ian Windheart who did all of his work on the pavilion. Iasetta did not even ask Yanca to watch Jaime, she just placed him in Yanca's tent with all his necessities before running off on yet another hunting trip. The pavilion was empty with the exception of Ian but you hardly knew he was there. Nika was growing and so was she. Yanca felt the only way to resolve this issue is to wander around Endrykas until they found something to do.
"I wish there was more snow." Nika stuck her hand out to catch a tiny snowflake that melted right away.
"More snow?" Yanca's tone of voice clearly stated how disgusted she was. Yanca hated the snow. She hated the way it looked, how it keeps going and she also hated how cold it felt once it touched your skin. The snow hardly covered the ground and she was grateful for that. She hoped it stayed with way but anyone who's been living in Endrykas for sometime knows that it will get worse. "The less snow that falls, the better." With that being said, Yanca continued moving through Endrykas.
The young woman's constant moving finally woke the toddler strapped to her chest. Jaime opened his green eyes and began wailing. The boy's crying startled Yanca, making her stop and wrap her hands around the child. She starting rocking him, hoping and praying that will calm him but it didn't. Jaime continued to cry and cry and Yanca didn't know what to do. She looked back at her little sister for a clue but she simply shrugged. Neither of them had experience with babies and so Jaime continued to cry which got louder. "Jaime, sweet little Jaime, please stop crying." She hoped asking the boy would get him to stop but Jaime continued.
