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Although Aleta prided herself on being a particularly astute child, one who had gleaned a great deal of knowledge from her father, she was oblivious to the war waging within Gaucho's mind. Instead, she was focused on carrying herself as the daughter of a former Czar should. Kaj - and the rest of Helovia - did not seem to be particularly concerned with formality, but there was a certain pressure that the girl felt to portray herself as intelligent, mature, and capable. To be the daughter of a powerful warrior and leader was to be faced with expectations, among which was the ability to interact well with all other leaders. She would prove to herself that she was worthy of her father's name.
Sourly, she wondered if anyone would even know of her mother here. After all, the Transcended seemed to have a penchant for disappearing.
On other days, at other times, the young girl had wondered if it was something that she had done. Her parents, she knew, had never been in love. Theirs had been a coupling of something else (desperation, necessity, loneliness), and though she was not privy to details (which was quite fine with her), she knew that it had been a one-time thing. It had never bothered her, not really - she had never had impressed upon her the so-called importance of one mate and one mate only - but it grated on her nerves that her mother had taken up residence in the Falls only to leave as soon as Aleta could survive on her own. There was no other explanation: it had to be her.
As Gaucho spoke her mother's title, Aleta lit up. "Yes, yes! That's her!" she exclaimed, her ears pricking forward hopefully. "Is she here?"
"Talk."
Sourly, she wondered if anyone would even know of her mother here. After all, the Transcended seemed to have a penchant for disappearing.
On other days, at other times, the young girl had wondered if it was something that she had done. Her parents, she knew, had never been in love. Theirs had been a coupling of something else (desperation, necessity, loneliness), and though she was not privy to details (which was quite fine with her), she knew that it had been a one-time thing. It had never bothered her, not really - she had never had impressed upon her the so-called importance of one mate and one mate only - but it grated on her nerves that her mother had taken up residence in the Falls only to leave as soon as Aleta could survive on her own. There was no other explanation: it had to be her.
As Gaucho spoke her mother's title, Aleta lit up. "Yes, yes! That's her!" she exclaimed, her ears pricking forward hopefully. "Is she here?"
"Talk."
@Gaucho - it's a little dark but definitely not illegible! :3 It fits the table.
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pixel by Reli <3
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