It felt amazing to be back in the Forest. These past two months have been perfect. The deamhan no longer plauged her thoughts, but her valiant savior did. If she didn't trust Bacardi back then she did now, but she remembers something important...
The face of her crying nighean as she struggles to breathe. Maeve could only imagine what it must have been like for little Grizel. When she was stolen to the Bay and Bacardi dissapeared from the Thicket. Luckily, Grizel had her sister to keep her from falling deeper into depression. She was sure even little Dagda helped heal her broken heart. Then she learned about Osmanthus and how he dissapeared with young Amaryllis. Maeve has not forgiven him and Bacardi was lucky he was given some grace for his wrong doings.
She hasn't brought any of this up to the stallion, but today she intended to. So finding Bacardi alone gave her the perfect opportunity. The large mare nickers to the painted stallion as she approaches him. She seems friendly enough, but the air around her instantly changes as her dual colored eyes narrow on the shorter stallion. "Don't you dare dissapear on my nighean again." Her voice is stern and deep. "You ever leave this land you will take her with you." She warns. For as long as she was alive she would not see her nigheans hurting ever again. Her girls would not know about the warning she gives to Bacardi. She knows Grizel would be upset with her, but this was her duty as her māthair.
"Understood?" Her eyes of green and brown do not leave his own until he answers. Maeve may not have a physical fighting bone in her body, but she would for her babies. All of them except the firstborn who betrayed them for darkness.
Translation(s):
deamhan demon
nighean - daughter
māthair - mother
*Note: Using google translate so most likely I am butchering this language. |
