Kinu sighed. If it wasn't for her father she wouldn't be here right now, but her father specifically requested her and after much negotiation, her mother acquiesced. So she dutifully went to her father's stronghold. Touring the facilities, Kinu bitterly reminisced that the one thing her mother and Komari consistently agreed on was their isolation and non-engagement of those they called foreigners. Hawkethorne was a stone's throw from her mother's abode, but she was forbidden from entering.
"I am not a monster."
It was futile of course. They had decades, centuries of experience in arguments, but it stung all the same. Her father's castle was their way of appeasement. Both concluding that it was reasonable safe to travel there. It brought no satisfaction to her. Stopping her movements, she stood in front of a vase in the "homelands" style that was a part of her father's collection.
"This is ... genuine. This must have cost father a fortune."
Everywhere in the wayfort there were these little touches. The wayfort was in the style of her father's heritage, but every now and then there were nooks and crannies that blended in a different sensibility. A sensibility that belonged to her mother.
She hated it here. Not because it was uncomfortable, but because it was too damn comfortable. I felt too damn much like home. Home where her mother would wake her up so her father could pet her in the afternoon. This place only served to remind her that her home didn't exist anymore.
She pushed it out of her mind. Because she was not here for herself, but for her father. There were ... others ... besides her mother. Whatever her mother thought of them, she did not know. Joy? Rage? Sorrow? Pride? Shame? Amusement? What laid behind that mask of impassivity was a mystery to her.
She was here to babysit a daughter of her father supposedly borne from a dragon.
"Freja! Where are you? It is I, your ...sister?... Kinu. I know Father told you that I was coming."
"Ccccaaauuugggghhtt Yyyyooouuu..." was the only warning Kinu got when a shape descended from the ceiling. Turning around Kinu saw a small brown lizard girl nibbling on one of her tails.
"I am not a monster."
It was futile of course. They had decades, centuries of experience in arguments, but it stung all the same. Her father's castle was their way of appeasement. Both concluding that it was reasonable safe to travel there. It brought no satisfaction to her. Stopping her movements, she stood in front of a vase in the "homelands" style that was a part of her father's collection.
"This is ... genuine. This must have cost father a fortune."
Everywhere in the wayfort there were these little touches. The wayfort was in the style of her father's heritage, but every now and then there were nooks and crannies that blended in a different sensibility. A sensibility that belonged to her mother.
She hated it here. Not because it was uncomfortable, but because it was too damn comfortable. I felt too damn much like home. Home where her mother would wake her up so her father could pet her in the afternoon. This place only served to remind her that her home didn't exist anymore.
She pushed it out of her mind. Because she was not here for herself, but for her father. There were ... others ... besides her mother. Whatever her mother thought of them, she did not know. Joy? Rage? Sorrow? Pride? Shame? Amusement? What laid behind that mask of impassivity was a mystery to her.
She was here to babysit a daughter of her father supposedly borne from a dragon.
"Freja! Where are you? It is I, your ...sister?... Kinu. I know Father told you that I was coming."
"Ccccaaauuugggghhtt Yyyyooouuu..." was the only warning Kinu got when a shape descended from the ceiling. Turning around Kinu saw a small brown lizard girl nibbling on one of her tails.
