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<blockquote data-quote="Delemental" data-source="post: 4965392" data-attributes="member: 5203"><p><strong>Memories of Yesterday, Hopes for Tomorrow</strong></p><p></p><p>Okay, one more and I'm caught up. This is not a Chrysanthemum story, but takes places shortly after the circle (minus Kaliel) arrives in Petgrana.</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>Rutendo was at the door to his mother’s house just as she finished preparing dinner. She invited him in with a gesture and silently served the meal. She didn’t seem displeased so Rutendo decided to start the conversation that they would inevitably have.</p><p></p><p>"I wondered how you would react.”</p><p></p><p>Ayama finally met his eyes and rewarded his bravery with a soft smile. “I hope that it was not badly. I was surprised.”</p><p></p><p>Rutendo shook his head. “I thought you might react… more strongly. Given the situation. It was not bad.”</p><p></p><p>Ayama reached across the table, laying her hand over her son’s. “There isn’t a moment of the day that I don’t remember that you are my son. Always that first. I worried for a few minutes that somehow this might steal your love away from me but if that might be true then it shows only what a poor mother I am.”</p><p></p><p>He smiled. “There is not a moment in the day that I don’t remember that you are my mother. I will always love you.”</p><p></p><p>Ayama smiled more broadly in response, an impish light coming into her eyes. “If you love me then where are my grandchildren?”</p><p></p><p>Rutendo had the grace to color slightly and stared down into his plate, unsure of how to respond.</p><p></p><p>"You duck your head like a child but you’re a man now,” Ayama mock-scolded. Then her tone turned more serious. “I am trying to remember that always. I am proud of the man you’ve become and your father would be proud as well. You should be proud of yourself.”</p><p></p><p>Rutendo looked up from his plate to see the pride shining in his mother’s eyes as well as her impish grin. “I duck like a child because I will always be your child in your heart. I know you too well. As to grandchildren…”</p><p></p><p>Ayama made a shushing gesture and interrupted, “I joke! My mother joked that way too. You are a man and it is your life to live. I will welcome any additions you make to our family or I will be happy with none if you are happy. But we are not meant to be alone. I want a family for you, so you will be happy. That’s all.”</p><p></p><p>"My duty makes me happy enough for now. Anything else will take time.” His voice rang with conviction and strength. Ayama’s heart swelled further with pride in her son.</p><p></p><p>Now it was Rutendo’s chance to turn impish. “But what about you? Father would not begrudge you happiness.”</p><p></p><p>Ayama gave her son a confused look. “Hm?”</p><p></p><p>Rutendo's tongue tripped. "Now it is time for me to blush again. Your companions, should I be expecting any of them to try to adopt me? Are you… entangled with anyone?”</p><p></p><p>Realization dawned on Ayama. “Oh! They are my circle-mates. Long ago we knew each other, in other lifetimes. We recognize each other in that way but no, you should have no worries about Ghost or Kaliel.”</p><p></p><p>Rutendo cleared his throat. “Um, or the little northerner who has half the village boys following in her wake?”</p><p></p><p>Ayama shook her head emphatically. “Oh no! If anything Zanka reminds me just a little of Dakari when she was a little girl, though the ice princess has a much sharper temper.”</p><p></p><p>Sitting in his mother’s house, Rutendo was struck suddenly with a memory of his little sister. “You would spend hours braiding her hair. I remember that. You would braid it into a crown and she would parade around claiming to be a princess.”</p><p></p><p>"Your father started that. The first time I did her hair that way he said that he approved because it was fitting that everyone should know she was the little princess of his heart.” Ayama shook her head sadly even though she smiled at the sweetness of the memory. “It feels like she should come running around the corner when I am here. Any minute…”</p><p></p><p>Rutendo took his mother’s hand in his. “I did not know if you would come back. I did not know if you would find it painful to return. I have gotten a few messages that you’ve sent but I was not sure.”</p><p></p><p>Like she was shaking off a dream, Ayama drew a deep breath and blinked a few times. “This place is special to me. Wherever you are I will go if you need me. And your father and Dakari will always be here in my memories.”</p><p></p><p>Mother and son finished their meal in silence. Ayama cleared their dishes and utensils and caught Rutendo at the door, hugging him. As she let go and he took a step away she suddenly reached back to him and caught his arm. He turned to his mother, surprised.</p><p></p><p>"My son, you have no doubt kept in practice with your archery.”</p><p></p><p>Rutendo frowned, wondering what his mother was thinking. “I have. I am not immodest in saying that I am one of the best archers in the village.”</p><p></p><p>Ayama smiled and called back over her shoulder as she disappeared into her room, “I have something you may find useful then.”</p><p></p><p>She brought back a bundle wrapped carefully in canvas. She unwrapped it and handed her son one of the power bows that Ghost had liberated from the Wild Hunt they had encountered.</p><p></p><p>Rutendo stared at the weapon and the instant he took it into his hands he felt a connection between his essence and the bow. Without thinking he strung the bow and fitted an arrow to the string. The bow seemed to hum with power in his mind. Before he realized what he was doing, Rutendo drew back and let the arrow fly.</p><p></p><p>Rutendo stared at the hole he had just put through the wall of his mother’s house.</p><p></p><p>"I am in a great deal of trouble, aren’t I?”</p><p></p><p>Ayama went to the wall and examined the damage thoughtfully. “This will fuel years of teasing about grown men remembering not to play with bow and arrow indoors.”</p><p></p><p>"No doubt on top of your pleas for grandchildren.”</p><p></p><p>Ayama nodded, putting on a mock-serious expression. “No doubt.”</p><p></p><p>Rutendo put the bow away and embraced his mother again, kissing her cheek. “You are a harsh and implacable woman, mother.”</p><p></p><p>She patted his cheek and repressed the urge to send him scooting on his way with the gesture she had used when he was a child. “Of course.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Delemental, post: 4965392, member: 5203"] [b]Memories of Yesterday, Hopes for Tomorrow[/b] Okay, one more and I'm caught up. This is not a Chrysanthemum story, but takes places shortly after the circle (minus Kaliel) arrives in Petgrana. -------------------------------------- Rutendo was at the door to his mother’s house just as she finished preparing dinner. She invited him in with a gesture and silently served the meal. She didn’t seem displeased so Rutendo decided to start the conversation that they would inevitably have. "I wondered how you would react.” Ayama finally met his eyes and rewarded his bravery with a soft smile. “I hope that it was not badly. I was surprised.” Rutendo shook his head. “I thought you might react… more strongly. Given the situation. It was not bad.” Ayama reached across the table, laying her hand over her son’s. “There isn’t a moment of the day that I don’t remember that you are my son. Always that first. I worried for a few minutes that somehow this might steal your love away from me but if that might be true then it shows only what a poor mother I am.” He smiled. “There is not a moment in the day that I don’t remember that you are my mother. I will always love you.” Ayama smiled more broadly in response, an impish light coming into her eyes. “If you love me then where are my grandchildren?” Rutendo had the grace to color slightly and stared down into his plate, unsure of how to respond. "You duck your head like a child but you’re a man now,” Ayama mock-scolded. Then her tone turned more serious. “I am trying to remember that always. I am proud of the man you’ve become and your father would be proud as well. You should be proud of yourself.” Rutendo looked up from his plate to see the pride shining in his mother’s eyes as well as her impish grin. “I duck like a child because I will always be your child in your heart. I know you too well. As to grandchildren…” Ayama made a shushing gesture and interrupted, “I joke! My mother joked that way too. You are a man and it is your life to live. I will welcome any additions you make to our family or I will be happy with none if you are happy. But we are not meant to be alone. I want a family for you, so you will be happy. That’s all.” "My duty makes me happy enough for now. Anything else will take time.” His voice rang with conviction and strength. Ayama’s heart swelled further with pride in her son. Now it was Rutendo’s chance to turn impish. “But what about you? Father would not begrudge you happiness.” Ayama gave her son a confused look. “Hm?” Rutendo's tongue tripped. "Now it is time for me to blush again. Your companions, should I be expecting any of them to try to adopt me? Are you… entangled with anyone?” Realization dawned on Ayama. “Oh! They are my circle-mates. Long ago we knew each other, in other lifetimes. We recognize each other in that way but no, you should have no worries about Ghost or Kaliel.” Rutendo cleared his throat. “Um, or the little northerner who has half the village boys following in her wake?” Ayama shook her head emphatically. “Oh no! If anything Zanka reminds me just a little of Dakari when she was a little girl, though the ice princess has a much sharper temper.” Sitting in his mother’s house, Rutendo was struck suddenly with a memory of his little sister. “You would spend hours braiding her hair. I remember that. You would braid it into a crown and she would parade around claiming to be a princess.” "Your father started that. The first time I did her hair that way he said that he approved because it was fitting that everyone should know she was the little princess of his heart.” Ayama shook her head sadly even though she smiled at the sweetness of the memory. “It feels like she should come running around the corner when I am here. Any minute…” Rutendo took his mother’s hand in his. “I did not know if you would come back. I did not know if you would find it painful to return. I have gotten a few messages that you’ve sent but I was not sure.” Like she was shaking off a dream, Ayama drew a deep breath and blinked a few times. “This place is special to me. Wherever you are I will go if you need me. And your father and Dakari will always be here in my memories.” Mother and son finished their meal in silence. Ayama cleared their dishes and utensils and caught Rutendo at the door, hugging him. As she let go and he took a step away she suddenly reached back to him and caught his arm. He turned to his mother, surprised. "My son, you have no doubt kept in practice with your archery.” Rutendo frowned, wondering what his mother was thinking. “I have. I am not immodest in saying that I am one of the best archers in the village.” Ayama smiled and called back over her shoulder as she disappeared into her room, “I have something you may find useful then.” She brought back a bundle wrapped carefully in canvas. She unwrapped it and handed her son one of the power bows that Ghost had liberated from the Wild Hunt they had encountered. Rutendo stared at the weapon and the instant he took it into his hands he felt a connection between his essence and the bow. Without thinking he strung the bow and fitted an arrow to the string. The bow seemed to hum with power in his mind. Before he realized what he was doing, Rutendo drew back and let the arrow fly. Rutendo stared at the hole he had just put through the wall of his mother’s house. "I am in a great deal of trouble, aren’t I?” Ayama went to the wall and examined the damage thoughtfully. “This will fuel years of teasing about grown men remembering not to play with bow and arrow indoors.” "No doubt on top of your pleas for grandchildren.” Ayama nodded, putting on a mock-serious expression. “No doubt.” Rutendo put the bow away and embraced his mother again, kissing her cheek. “You are a harsh and implacable woman, mother.” She patted his cheek and repressed the urge to send him scooting on his way with the gesture she had used when he was a child. “Of course.” [/QUOTE]
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