She wasn’t sure what drew her homeward. The few cups of wine may have been to blame, but she wasn’t too deep in them to act completely recklessly. There was a comfortable distance between mother and daughter, though some would argue the deepening chasm had steadily spread since childhood. The physical distance kept the young mage unable to call on the fullness of her power, but enough to peer, converse with. Curse at.
Alfred’s memories were still fresh in her mind. Adaria woke with them, dreamed of them in the dark and woke to cold sweats. She cautiously watched her mother torture herself, part of her revelling in the pain she underwent as the picturesque scene dissolved into the missing piece to the events. So that’s how it came about. Silent tears fell down her cheeks, but the rage, the cold chips of her eyes remained focused, committing every moment to memory.
There was a moment where her mother noticed her presence and Adaria would take a few steps forwards. Eyes remained on the face of her father. Blissfully unaware of who took the final breath of life from him. The same person who cast aside the most loyal of hearts in existence to the young woman. Resolute in his support, care and love without ulterior motive and dedication. Drawing her hand, Adaria gestured, sharpening the image, memory to focus on the features of the man she knew and loved unconditionally. A rare softness entered her face, the barest hint of a smile when she rested her palm against his frozen, though false form.
He was no longer here of course. His body gone, mixed into the air around his beloved city.
[color=#9a00b2]“...Are you satisfied?”[/color] she eventually breathed.
Alfred’s memories were still fresh in her mind. Adaria woke with them, dreamed of them in the dark and woke to cold sweats. She cautiously watched her mother torture herself, part of her revelling in the pain she underwent as the picturesque scene dissolved into the missing piece to the events. So that’s how it came about. Silent tears fell down her cheeks, but the rage, the cold chips of her eyes remained focused, committing every moment to memory.
There was a moment where her mother noticed her presence and Adaria would take a few steps forwards. Eyes remained on the face of her father. Blissfully unaware of who took the final breath of life from him. The same person who cast aside the most loyal of hearts in existence to the young woman. Resolute in his support, care and love without ulterior motive and dedication. Drawing her hand, Adaria gestured, sharpening the image, memory to focus on the features of the man she knew and loved unconditionally. A rare softness entered her face, the barest hint of a smile when she rested her palm against his frozen, though false form.
He was no longer here of course. His body gone, mixed into the air around his beloved city.
[color=#9a00b2]“...Are you satisfied?”[/color] she eventually breathed.
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