Yatrel er Goltbred sat at the desk in her study… turning a small, intricately carved sphere in her hands. The anti-pest ritual prototype which Elua had created fascinated her. She marveled at the seeming simplicity of the sigils etched into its surface that served as a testament to her daughter's growing skills.
She also took note that this time, its mechanisms weren't as *hidden* as those healing jewels.
Her thoughts drifted to the changes she'd observed in the girl over the past weeks. Their eldest seemed more... settled, somehow. Less prone to restlessness. It felt like it began even before the bridal traditions she had to undergo at the Yecine estate.
Mint eyes turned half-lidded with a soft smile after attributing the change to the two orphans Elua had taken under her wing.
'It's good she's found friends her age. Even if she feels the need to pay for their company.'
It's way too early to talk about kids, little girl... and we know the main reason you're even thinking about them! Hiding your 'evil thoughts' behind a potential *result* of them fools no one here!
Yatrel is the kind of mother who will scold you, but also tease you about the same thing the next day. It's like she holds no thoughts to the consequences! Or maybe she trusts Elua too much after seeing her resist.
What do you think of planting a tree to grow up along with a child? It's sort of like buying a puppy at the same time as the birth, but not quite...
Also I *really* wanted to make it a citurs tree so that new life could literally give you lemons! But I refrained. I kind of regret.
I mean, I didn't say it *didn't* have fruit so maybe I'll retcon later.