05-12-2013, 01:55 PM
((Feel free to post your own short, sweet IC posts for your mothers! I left out Diwaata, Jami, and Asul'na, however, because I do not play any of their children.))
"Happy Mudda's Day, Minn'da...~"
The hallways of the rented inn room were quiet, save the little delicate hooves of the tiny draenei girl. Her wavy hair is a mess, the deep azure strands covering her horns and face and her nightgown crumpled from her sleep. In her hands was a cereal box, the bottom cracked open and slowly dropping grains of wheat--she must have dropped the box in an attempt to reach a great height while standing on a chair. Despite this, the girl continued on her merry way, leaving a trail of grains along the hall and singing her little song.
"Happy Mudda's Day, Minn'da...~"
She found her way to the bedroom, the door wide open. The little draenei girl toddles in, holding the box of cereal as her own special way of making breakfast for Minn'da. Singing still, she approaches the side of the bed, singing louder to wake up her mother, hoping it'd bring the sunshine to her day. "Happy Mudda's Day, deaw' Minn'da....!"
The blanket stirs. Kapre sits up, awakened by the little girl. Realizing her error, the draenei girl looks to the other side of the bed and begins heading there as Xanthe's head pokes out of the blanket. Aria resumes her song without blinking.
"Happy Mudda's Day, Minn'da!"
Would kisses be inappropriate to give to an undead mother? Jyovani doesn't want to find out, lest he'll face a probably horrible punishment. He is uncertain how an act of warmth can be provided for one so cold to the touch. He paces about, masks set on a shelf and facing the young noble. All ten. The Orc, the Human, the Troll, the Dwarf, all of them. Even the Sin'dorei, Aenjelo. The masks stare at the young actor, gazing upon him as he faces them like an audience.
"I am short on ideas. What can I get her?" Jyovani asks. He listens closely to what the masks have to say as he murmurs to himself. "Cake? No, she bakes cake, but she can't eat.... that may anger her. A flower? Will it offend her? Oh, I pray not.... A dress! Perhaps so? No, no, may be too much.... or maybe a song. But what if I disappoint her with something so mediocre? Oh...." Jyovani sighs sadly. A perfectionist, he is. He runs his shaky fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, avoiding a gaze to the pearl-skinned mask with red wings. Aenjelo, the Spellbreaker. Jyovani always feared for his opinion... but he is the oldest mask. A mask of the Sin'dorei. Perhaps he has an idea... but Jyovani feared it. Maybe Aenjelo will berate him for not being a good enough son to his dear undead mother. Or he'll berate him for not having a spine to actually approach her without shrinking like a violet.
But he has to trust Aenjelo. Aenjelo, Champion of the Sin'dorei. "Aenjelo?" the young elf asks as he lifts the Sunbreaker mask and held it to his ear. "What should I give Mother?... All of the above? Wouldn't that be a bit mu- oh... that sounds like an idea! It's certainly different. Yes... yes, I'll see a magus right away!"
Should Lady Sunfire return to the estate, the hallway would be decorated with white flowers with a cool, gentle fragrance. Servants stood at the halls playing a joyful tune on their lutes, with Jyovani accompanying with his lyre. Rather than a feast as usual for a living mother, some books are set up to stand like a smorgasbord for the mind. Jyovani had to arrange for some texts that speculate the ruins that have emerged from the shattered earth, among them a millenia-old book on music. The servants may not be able to read these texts, but Jyovani could. Hopefully this could surprise his mother with the most pleasant give he can think of.
"All right! That's enough!" he says to the servants before turning to the Spellbreaker mask that was set against a vase that held a large bouquet. "Thank you, Aenjelo," the boy says. "I pray Mother will appreciate the gesture."
The agent stared over to a small pond as she stood before a tiny gravesite. The original tombstone was disturbed, as was the earth beneath it. The tiny coffin was long gone; Elsa couldn't find any remains when Deathwing razed the estate. Though she ordered a new tombstone, Elsamina couldn't help but feel her love and respite was broken by the arrival of the Black Dragon. Not that the years that followed the little death helped her heal some.
She lowers herself to plant a lily. Her fingers press against her lips before they trail along the engraved letters.
Mother's Day was always a lonely day for Elsamina, and she expected to be so once more. Letting the tombstone be, she turns around to head back to the repairing estate. Servants are still fixing up the damages left behind by the raging Dragon; though much of the estate is repaired, the feeling of dread and despair still linger.
And then, she steps into the dining hall, simply making her way to the kitchen to get a drink of water. The whole table and hallway was decorated with many flowers and ribbons, a feast prepared on the table. Elsa didn't remember this... she didn't even order lunch from the servants yet! Yet there they are, twin boys, Kogan and Kitson, standing by the head chair while accompanying their stepfather. In their hands were bouquets and wrapped gifts, smiles beaming on their faces.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mother!"
Elsa wasn't expecting this. Twenty-three long years without her sons. Twenty-three birthdays with cakes but no celebrants. Twenty-three Mother's Days without her sons to receive flowers from. The lost baby in the grave couldn't give her greetings... but the spirit of love and appreciation, despite the separation, lives on from these now-grown boys.
The agent broke down and cried. And this time, they were tears of joy.
Draenei gathered in Telaar as Kapre and Diwaata briefly visited. In their arms were many flowers and gifts, intended for two different mothers. As the survivors of the razed town gathered, two particular draenei stepped out, both priestesses. The curly-haired white one, Melodi, and the tall brunette, Patisha, both approached the young draenei, smiles beaming on their faces. Though the holiday isn't native to them, they are aware of the visit as prompted in the letters sent to them in advance. Though they would rather be visited more often, they are grateful of the gesture in thanking their mother and grandmother through a mandated holiday.
"Happy Mother's Day!" the twins greeted, first embracing their adoptive mother and then her own mother. They presented the gifts up front, but not all--one set of gifts was not handed out just yet.
"Oh, who is this for?" Melodi asks as she plants a kiss on Diwaata and Kapre's faces.
Kapre, who held the gift in his hand, smiled simply. "It's for a friend, whom I also consider to be a mother."
"Is that so?" Melodi chuckles lightly. "Am I being replaced?"
"Of course not!"
"I jest, I jest," she says as she kisses his forehead. "I find it sweet, however, that you are thinking of someone else to greet. Who is this, my son?"
Kapre looks out to the horizon before he turns to Melodi. He glances a bit to the ground as he answers. "Her name is Andra. She was there for me while Xanthe and I were together... she even encouraged we court. Now we are married... I feel I owe her everything. She was supportive of us when it felt like no one else would be. I have so much to be thankful for."
"I am happy you are thankful of her. Is she here?"
"I am uncertain. I may just send the gifts by mail if I do not find her."
The woman smiles gently. "Your gifts may lift her spirits muchly. What is in the box?"
"Ah... simple jewelry."
Melodi grins. "Is it one of your special flawed gems?"
"Um... it is, actually. This one was saved in my vault, thankfully."
"Tell me what it is."
"It's an amethyst bracelet with a pearl chain."
"And the flaw?"
Kapre draws an "M" shape in the air. "It's a bird. It flies high in a shimmering sky. Perhaps whatever troubles ail her, she can look upon this gem so that her spirits would lift."
Melodi glances to Patisha, the eldest draenei smiling. The grandmother nods her head to her grandson. "May the flight of the flaw lift her spirits indeed. Many blessings to this Sister Andra. I pray the gift reaches her, one way or another."
For Xanthe
Spoiler:
"Happy Mudda's Day, Minn'da...~"
The hallways of the rented inn room were quiet, save the little delicate hooves of the tiny draenei girl. Her wavy hair is a mess, the deep azure strands covering her horns and face and her nightgown crumpled from her sleep. In her hands was a cereal box, the bottom cracked open and slowly dropping grains of wheat--she must have dropped the box in an attempt to reach a great height while standing on a chair. Despite this, the girl continued on her merry way, leaving a trail of grains along the hall and singing her little song.
"Happy Mudda's Day, Minn'da...~"
She found her way to the bedroom, the door wide open. The little draenei girl toddles in, holding the box of cereal as her own special way of making breakfast for Minn'da. Singing still, she approaches the side of the bed, singing louder to wake up her mother, hoping it'd bring the sunshine to her day. "Happy Mudda's Day, deaw' Minn'da....!"
The blanket stirs. Kapre sits up, awakened by the little girl. Realizing her error, the draenei girl looks to the other side of the bed and begins heading there as Xanthe's head pokes out of the blanket. Aria resumes her song without blinking.
"Happy Mudda's Day, Minn'da!"
For Sadil
Spoiler:
Quote: Dear Min'da,
It's been years, has it? How is An'da? Tikar? The other sentinels? It's been so long since we've seen each other... though I think prior to our last meeting last year, it was, what... a century or two? Either way, a lot of the family has been on my mind, especially you. Though almost everyone has been distant, I am considering, perhaps, we can all come together and... catch up, I suppose. Maybe try to lessen the distance between us. However, I understand if you cannot, especially with the orcs in Ashenvale.
I am happy to say that I have been taking my studies in the druidic creed a lot more seriously. I am following the totem of the Claw, and I am communing with the spirits of Ursoc and Ursol in hopes I can become strong enough to defend our homes. I may not ever be anywhere the level of power as An'da or the strength and courage of Tikar, but I feel I must follow my own path. I hope you will be proud of me, Min'da. Even though I hardly know her, I can surely say I am happy and proud to have you for a mother.
Please write me back. I am uncertain if the Shattering has taken your life or not. If it has, then I wish for this letter to be buried with you so my love can transcend to the afterlife with you. Please say hello to Isolia for me, and I'm sorry.
Elune watch over you and many blessings and love. Happy Mother's Day.
Your son,
Kantado
For Reigen
Spoiler:
Would kisses be inappropriate to give to an undead mother? Jyovani doesn't want to find out, lest he'll face a probably horrible punishment. He is uncertain how an act of warmth can be provided for one so cold to the touch. He paces about, masks set on a shelf and facing the young noble. All ten. The Orc, the Human, the Troll, the Dwarf, all of them. Even the Sin'dorei, Aenjelo. The masks stare at the young actor, gazing upon him as he faces them like an audience.
"I am short on ideas. What can I get her?" Jyovani asks. He listens closely to what the masks have to say as he murmurs to himself. "Cake? No, she bakes cake, but she can't eat.... that may anger her. A flower? Will it offend her? Oh, I pray not.... A dress! Perhaps so? No, no, may be too much.... or maybe a song. But what if I disappoint her with something so mediocre? Oh...." Jyovani sighs sadly. A perfectionist, he is. He runs his shaky fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, avoiding a gaze to the pearl-skinned mask with red wings. Aenjelo, the Spellbreaker. Jyovani always feared for his opinion... but he is the oldest mask. A mask of the Sin'dorei. Perhaps he has an idea... but Jyovani feared it. Maybe Aenjelo will berate him for not being a good enough son to his dear undead mother. Or he'll berate him for not having a spine to actually approach her without shrinking like a violet.
But he has to trust Aenjelo. Aenjelo, Champion of the Sin'dorei. "Aenjelo?" the young elf asks as he lifts the Sunbreaker mask and held it to his ear. "What should I give Mother?... All of the above? Wouldn't that be a bit mu- oh... that sounds like an idea! It's certainly different. Yes... yes, I'll see a magus right away!"
Should Lady Sunfire return to the estate, the hallway would be decorated with white flowers with a cool, gentle fragrance. Servants stood at the halls playing a joyful tune on their lutes, with Jyovani accompanying with his lyre. Rather than a feast as usual for a living mother, some books are set up to stand like a smorgasbord for the mind. Jyovani had to arrange for some texts that speculate the ruins that have emerged from the shattered earth, among them a millenia-old book on music. The servants may not be able to read these texts, but Jyovani could. Hopefully this could surprise his mother with the most pleasant give he can think of.
"All right! That's enough!" he says to the servants before turning to the Spellbreaker mask that was set against a vase that held a large bouquet. "Thank you, Aenjelo," the boy says. "I pray Mother will appreciate the gesture."
For Elsamina
Spoiler:
The agent stared over to a small pond as she stood before a tiny gravesite. The original tombstone was disturbed, as was the earth beneath it. The tiny coffin was long gone; Elsa couldn't find any remains when Deathwing razed the estate. Though she ordered a new tombstone, Elsamina couldn't help but feel her love and respite was broken by the arrival of the Black Dragon. Not that the years that followed the little death helped her heal some.
She lowers herself to plant a lily. Her fingers press against her lips before they trail along the engraved letters.
Quote:Benjamin-Niklaus Colemann
25/12/612 - 25/12/612
"A moment in our arms... forever in our hearts." -Mama and Papa
Mother's Day was always a lonely day for Elsamina, and she expected to be so once more. Letting the tombstone be, she turns around to head back to the repairing estate. Servants are still fixing up the damages left behind by the raging Dragon; though much of the estate is repaired, the feeling of dread and despair still linger.
And then, she steps into the dining hall, simply making her way to the kitchen to get a drink of water. The whole table and hallway was decorated with many flowers and ribbons, a feast prepared on the table. Elsa didn't remember this... she didn't even order lunch from the servants yet! Yet there they are, twin boys, Kogan and Kitson, standing by the head chair while accompanying their stepfather. In their hands were bouquets and wrapped gifts, smiles beaming on their faces.
"Happy Mother's Day, Mother!"
Elsa wasn't expecting this. Twenty-three long years without her sons. Twenty-three birthdays with cakes but no celebrants. Twenty-three Mother's Days without her sons to receive flowers from. The lost baby in the grave couldn't give her greetings... but the spirit of love and appreciation, despite the separation, lives on from these now-grown boys.
The agent broke down and cried. And this time, they were tears of joy.
For Andra
Spoiler:
Draenei gathered in Telaar as Kapre and Diwaata briefly visited. In their arms were many flowers and gifts, intended for two different mothers. As the survivors of the razed town gathered, two particular draenei stepped out, both priestesses. The curly-haired white one, Melodi, and the tall brunette, Patisha, both approached the young draenei, smiles beaming on their faces. Though the holiday isn't native to them, they are aware of the visit as prompted in the letters sent to them in advance. Though they would rather be visited more often, they are grateful of the gesture in thanking their mother and grandmother through a mandated holiday.
"Happy Mother's Day!" the twins greeted, first embracing their adoptive mother and then her own mother. They presented the gifts up front, but not all--one set of gifts was not handed out just yet.
"Oh, who is this for?" Melodi asks as she plants a kiss on Diwaata and Kapre's faces.
Kapre, who held the gift in his hand, smiled simply. "It's for a friend, whom I also consider to be a mother."
"Is that so?" Melodi chuckles lightly. "Am I being replaced?"
"Of course not!"
"I jest, I jest," she says as she kisses his forehead. "I find it sweet, however, that you are thinking of someone else to greet. Who is this, my son?"
Kapre looks out to the horizon before he turns to Melodi. He glances a bit to the ground as he answers. "Her name is Andra. She was there for me while Xanthe and I were together... she even encouraged we court. Now we are married... I feel I owe her everything. She was supportive of us when it felt like no one else would be. I have so much to be thankful for."
"I am happy you are thankful of her. Is she here?"
"I am uncertain. I may just send the gifts by mail if I do not find her."
The woman smiles gently. "Your gifts may lift her spirits muchly. What is in the box?"
"Ah... simple jewelry."
Melodi grins. "Is it one of your special flawed gems?"
"Um... it is, actually. This one was saved in my vault, thankfully."
"Tell me what it is."
"It's an amethyst bracelet with a pearl chain."
"And the flaw?"
Kapre draws an "M" shape in the air. "It's a bird. It flies high in a shimmering sky. Perhaps whatever troubles ail her, she can look upon this gem so that her spirits would lift."
Melodi glances to Patisha, the eldest draenei smiling. The grandmother nods her head to her grandson. "May the flight of the flaw lift her spirits indeed. Many blessings to this Sister Andra. I pray the gift reaches her, one way or another."