Yasha Cadera
Mom'alor
Night swept Vanquo. Construction crews broke for a few hours, ceasing their racket which arched the tempest, which the party brought to the house. Yasha poured three mugs of tea from the teapot, as Tamar came in to make hot cocoa for each of the children in their nightly routine.
“The children say goodnight, Lady Yasha. Miss Adara desired to stay up a bit longer, but I’ve sent her to her bath.” In the time away from her riduur, Yasha retreated from many sources of affection. Returning to her more militant path. With the addition of her Panathan refugee family, Yasha’s posture fixed. Her grandparents rested in the living room, with Aditya and Aunt Peggy, chatting softly in Epicant. Papa Girak sat beside Aditya, arms around her shoulder as he kissed her brow. Papa Hector sat on a chair, and even Peggy was quiet in the ebb of the night.
“Adara may approach, once her nightly ablutions are complete. But do knock.” Tamar curtseyed and fled.
Pulling a loose shawl over her shoulders, Yasha brought two mugs out from the kitchen to the porch. She passed one to [member="Caz Australis"] and the other to [member="Kaine Australis"], then retreated to grab her own. Stopping first at the liquor cabinet, Yasha watched to ensure nobody was watching, and filled her tea to the brim with whiskey. A glut of whiskey down her throat from the bottle, and Yasha replaced the cork top, sipping her tea until she padded back out to the porch and stood staring at the way Kaine’s back showed his physique in the moonlight.
He stole her breath. Yasha shut her eyes, and tried to breathe.
How... how could she bridge the gap she self-inflicted?
“The children say goodnight, Lady Yasha. Miss Adara desired to stay up a bit longer, but I’ve sent her to her bath.” In the time away from her riduur, Yasha retreated from many sources of affection. Returning to her more militant path. With the addition of her Panathan refugee family, Yasha’s posture fixed. Her grandparents rested in the living room, with Aditya and Aunt Peggy, chatting softly in Epicant. Papa Girak sat beside Aditya, arms around her shoulder as he kissed her brow. Papa Hector sat on a chair, and even Peggy was quiet in the ebb of the night.
“Adara may approach, once her nightly ablutions are complete. But do knock.” Tamar curtseyed and fled.
Pulling a loose shawl over her shoulders, Yasha brought two mugs out from the kitchen to the porch. She passed one to [member="Caz Australis"] and the other to [member="Kaine Australis"], then retreated to grab her own. Stopping first at the liquor cabinet, Yasha watched to ensure nobody was watching, and filled her tea to the brim with whiskey. A glut of whiskey down her throat from the bottle, and Yasha replaced the cork top, sipping her tea until she padded back out to the porch and stood staring at the way Kaine’s back showed his physique in the moonlight.
He stole her breath. Yasha shut her eyes, and tried to breathe.
How... how could she bridge the gap she self-inflicted?