[ in all honesty, rosa is still reeling from all that she has experienced of late. her physical recovery had been as swift as possible, yet her emotional state is still... tenuous, at best. despite being allowed to roam the streets of old sharlayan now that her physical state is much less questionable, she had not left the seclusion of her private room until today, scant bells before her scheduled return home. she could, theoretically, simply teleport back to mor dhona, but for the moment she has not left and, truth be told, she may even make the scions wait while she sees her husband first.
and if any one of them complains, she has a book to throw at their heads. she has suffered so much on her quest to save the world. they can give her this much.
as it stands, she has decided upon an early morning walk through old sharlayan, before the majority of the people are awake and even aware of her presence. knowing well that master dickon will have just opened the last stand for their morning offerings, she heads there first. kind and supportive as ever, he offers her encouragement that she has sorely needed and she gratefully accepts it alongside a pastry and cup of tea before taking both far out where she will not be disturbed as easily. settling down on a rock well away from the beaten paths, she manifests carbuncle just to have some company, silent though it is, and begins to work on her breakfast.
so much has happened recently and even though she was resting here for many days while she recovered from the end of it all, being in this city now gives her no small amount of nostalgia. perhaps even regret. coming here was the first time she was able to speak face to face with hydaelyn... with venat. she had, of course, seen the woman's visage in mor dhona for a brief moment, but had no idea who she was. on the passage to old sharlayan, they had spoken and rosa finally had a face to place on the woman who had become as a mother to her.
far better a mother than her own blood.
'tis that memory and another far beneath the bowels of labyrinthos that brings the tears to her eyes. squeezing them shut, she does her best to stifle the flood, but for all the triumphs she has earned, this specific sorrow endures on, as do so many others. ]
I will never forget you, [ she whispers into the air, her sorrow silent, even as the tears begin to carve paths down her cheeks. whether she means venat or the myriad of other losses she has suffered... well, likely the answer is all. ]
mom talk :( SPOILERS
and if any one of them complains, she has a book to throw at their heads. she has suffered so much on her quest to save the world. they can give her this much.
as it stands, she has decided upon an early morning walk through old sharlayan, before the majority of the people are awake and even aware of her presence. knowing well that master dickon will have just opened the last stand for their morning offerings, she heads there first. kind and supportive as ever, he offers her encouragement that she has sorely needed and she gratefully accepts it alongside a pastry and cup of tea before taking both far out where she will not be disturbed as easily. settling down on a rock well away from the beaten paths, she manifests carbuncle just to have some company, silent though it is, and begins to work on her breakfast.
so much has happened recently and even though she was resting here for many days while she recovered from the end of it all, being in this city now gives her no small amount of nostalgia. perhaps even regret. coming here was the first time she was able to speak face to face with hydaelyn... with venat. she had, of course, seen the woman's visage in mor dhona for a brief moment, but had no idea who she was. on the passage to old sharlayan, they had spoken and rosa finally had a face to place on the woman who had become as a mother to her.
far better a mother than her own blood.
'tis that memory and another far beneath the bowels of labyrinthos that brings the tears to her eyes. squeezing them shut, she does her best to stifle the flood, but for all the triumphs she has earned, this specific sorrow endures on, as do so many others. ]
I will never forget you, [ she whispers into the air, her sorrow silent, even as the tears begin to carve paths down her cheeks. whether she means venat or the myriad of other losses she has suffered... well, likely the answer is all. ]