by Jen on Fri Oct 16, 2009 10:31 pm
There was a small shift as some dirt slid down a small mound near the center of the Temple proper. The garden was in full bloom with all sorts of buds and fruits, all or most out of season. Caela appeared from behind a stand of trees bearing what appeared to be apples. She looked lost in thought as she considered a small shrub, but her son's musing words caught her attention. She riveted him, on the spot, with her beautiful eyes.
Caela had not always looked as she did now. She had been changed by Vyrlath before his death, and his dying did not bother her so much as his sidling her with more responsibility. Now she was the Matriarch of the entire Xanathi-Rivenfelde Line. The only surviving Heir to the legacy that was created by Vylrath Xanathi and Isabella Rivenfelde. Caela had once been a careful child with blood red hair and eyes a curious shade of lavender. Now, however, the woman was perpetually stuck at the age of twenty five, and she looked almost...well immortal.
Caela ran her fingers through long thick curls of blonde hair, working to untangle it in places as it showered down her shoulders. Her eyes, a mysterious midnight blue speckled with silver, like stars in the night sky -- were riveted on her son Soren. She smiled, her skin more pale since his arrival two weeks prior in a flurry of her own blood. A normal woman, a mortal woman, would have died giving birth to such a creature as Soren. However, Caela wasn't a mortal and she wasn't normal. The faint blue tint to her skin, as if she had died once by drowning, was enough to make that very obvious.
"They are welcome, son. Make sure they are comfortable. I will be along shortly to see them." Caela stepped away from her son and slipped like a shadow through a few rooms before reaching her own and changing her soiled work gown for something more appropriate to recieve guests. When she returned to Soren a few minutes later her blonde hair was freshly brushed and her brown work gown had been traded for a gown of pure white spun silk. Caela had been a beautiful half demon before her changing, and now she was a fantasticly beautiful Vuri. There was an ethereal beauty to the woman that had an air of danger, where her demonic heritage had once spoken only volumes of her succubus tendencies.
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"Soren should be with Mother now. He can't keep anything from her. Its as if he's bound to her like a pup. He is only two weeks old." Sebilla spoke as she picked her footing carefully along the trail leading to the temple. In places it was riddled with large tree roots that were plenty capable of twisting an ankle. Whenever her own footing became a little unsteady, Sebilla's hand reached out and found her brother, steadying herself so that she might not fall in front of the strange visitors.
"I am glad that you would come back. It is difficult being alone." Sebilla's silver eyes swept the forest trail for any hazardous elements before looking at her brother and flashing him a pretty smile. She had a beautiful face, one without the angularity that Vylrath possessed and thus Trydian somewhat possessed -- though dampened by their mother's softer features.
As it stood, for now, Sebilla allowed her brother to speak to the strangers. She wasn't going to make them doubt her as a Queen, but she wasn't going to undo anything her brother might be trying to achieve either. So she just smiled like a sweet and pretty young woman on the arm of a powerful leader.