sonder winter 1710

little darling


Madam

from Saora
age
5 years old
gender
Female
size
Small
scent
roses
supporting
Undecided
home
Iverness
threadlog
encounters
writer
Essie
It was later in the afternoon by the time Danya had stolen her other two children away to the market, while young Aesira had opted to stay behind. That was fine by Aurelia, she tended not to like behind left alone for too long anyway. "How about we go down by the creek, darling?" she suggested, her gaze turning towards the lights that filtered in through the nearby doorway. She didn't wish to stray too far from home today so the creek behind the little cottage was the perfect place to go in her eyes. Maybe Aesira wouldn't find it as interesting, but hopefully she'd indulge her mother today. With a wave of her tail, she disappeared out the door and headed down the grassy knoll that led to the creek that boardered the forests surrounding their home. The brothel was in the near distance, through the thicket of trees, and she could hear the rabble rousing that often came from that direction. It would seem someone was in high spirits down in the tavern today.

She paid it no mind as she walked to the edge of the creek, the sounds drowning away with the sound of her paw steps and the bubbling water. This time of year it would be too cold to swim in but it was a peaceful place to enjoy with her daughter. "Tell me, why didn't you want to go to the market today?" she asked Aesira curiously, trying to simply start conversation with her young daughter.
12-24-2023, 06:35 PM

Pup

from Saora
age
<1 years old
gender
Female
size
Medium
scent
milk & white daphne
supporting
Undecided
home
Inverness
threadlog
encounters
writer
claerie

Aesira had seated herself near their den's exit, expression soft despite its tilt of sorrow. Her black tipped ears—so much like her mother's—drooped against her head and her gaze lingered on the horizon. It was the last point where her father had been before he had disappeared, the lithe shapes of Ray and Andreas keeping pace behind him. He had not taken her. She could have gone, that she knew, but she had not wanted to ask. More than anything, she had wanted him to bundle her up with kisses and invite her. But that had not happened...

"How about we go down by the creek, darling?"

Turning her head, Aesira's gray-orange gaze brightened somewhat. The term darling warmed her, chasing away the frost of abandonment that had settled on her heart. From nose to tail tip, the glow traveled as she realized that it was just her with her mother. There was no one else: not Andreas to make Mother laugh, not Rayna to show off her strength and skill. Just the two of them. While the words were not spoken aloud by her mother, Aesira could just about hear them. Her tail began to wag behind her and she delicately made her way to her mother's side, pressing herself into Aurelia's soft fur. "Oh could we? I would love that ever so much!" Her voice was bright and loving.

Keeping close, Aesira joined her mother on the walk. At long last, she was old enough to know that her mother did not see—not well. But she could notice light and was able to move toward it without the need for help. Still, Aesira kept her gaze on the path in front of them. If an obstacle arose, she'd dutifully pull it out of the way or help steer her mother elsewhere. The thought of anything happening to her was a nightmare that made her blood go cold.

Thankfully, their home was safe.

Of course, sometimes the patrons of the brothel could get a bit rowdy. Aesira flicked an ear, cheeks warming slightly as she remembered one catching sight of her one day when she'd gone to peek in on it. He'd complimented her before one of the courtesans had chased him away and ushered Aesira back to her home. Of course she'd obediently sped away but not before feeling that dizzy, light sensation of being... wanted? Loved? Desired? She hadn't the words but she knew she had liked it. Why the courtesan had been so mad was beyond her.

But Aesira would not abandon this precious opportunity to be alone with her mother, not even for that.

At her mother's question, Aesira looked up sharply from the burbling creek and its lovely little ecosystem. Her lips parted and she blinked for a moment before, lightly, offering a quick and agreeable explaination: "I wanted to be with you," she said. "It's not often that it's just me and you or me and father... I don't want to miss out on these moments."

Subconsciously, she felt warmth blaze across her cheeks. Would her mother think she was... how had Andreas put it? Needy?

Internally, she felt her insides pinch and squeeze. She often got the distinct feeling that her brother hated her and she avoided him as a result. Looking at him looking at her made her skin crawl.

manip + code: clae
(This post was last modified: 02-11-2024, 08:31 PM by Aesira.)
02-11-2024, 08:29 PM

Madam

from Saora
age
5 years old
gender
Female
size
Small
scent
roses
supporting
Undecided
home
Iverness
threadlog
encounters
writer
Essie
Aesira agreed to their little excursion and quickly found herself by Aurelia's side. Once the children had figured out she could not see well they had seemed to take extra care with her and while she was grateful, she hoped they did not feel it necessary. She was the one who was supposed to take care of them, not the other way around, and she did not want to be a burden on anyone.

Her daughters words brought a small smile to her face. She could barely see the outline of a figure in the soft sunlight that filtered through the trees above them.

"I don't want to miss them either," she replied. It was moments like these that she had lived all her life for-- the time spent with her family was worth more to her than anything else.

She leaned over slightly, her paw finding its way into the cold stream, and she quickly lifted it out and shook the water off. "A bit chill this time of year," she warned, in case her daughter got the inkling to go swimming.

With that she turned her head towards the sound of the creek and drew in a calming breath. "Have you given any thought towards the future? What you might want to do when you grow up?" she asked curiously. She had been wanting to have these sorts of conversations with all of her children to see what might interest them. Aesira liked to sneak off to the brothel from time to time, Aurelia knew, but she'd like to steer her children away from that kind of life. It could be rough, and she knew that from experience.

She and Danya could give them good lives, they didn't have to struggle like she had.
02-14-2024, 03:31 PM
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