Topic: A New Leaf

Issy

Date: 2007-05-19 13:41 EST
Isuelt sat there, the knob against her back not even registering.

The light, sweet-smelling breeze out of the west lifted her dark hair and gently set it down again.

She could hear the tree's leaves rustle and right themselves once more.

And never once did she even notice the two tiny bugs crawling along side her up the tree trunk.

Isuelt was indeed quite far away. Several weeks travel to the north, as it were. She was back in Metro, thinking of occasion she had first met Scorpion Wraitharan. Damned fool. He was such a pompous bastard, thinking he owned the place and everyone in it. She had been watching him for a few weeks when he finally had noticed. (At least, that's what she thought.) He had offered to make her night "unforgettable", to which she simply unloaded into a tirade of insults for the Don Mega. Not the least of which had something to do with the illegitimacy of his birth and what he sucked on during his leisure time. Scorp had the audacity at that point to grab the Scathachian and kiss her. And Isuelt being Isuelt, had clamped her teeth down on his tongue until she drew blood. Immediately she felt a mix of satisfaction and alarm, for no fewer than five weapons were aimed at her throat as she broke free from Scorp. Seemed his cronies never were beyond reach.

It wasn't the sweet sort of story that one would someday tell the kids or the grand kids. But then again, kids weren't in the future for this couple. The heavens had seen to that. Still, Isuelt smiled as she sat beneath a tree outside the South Gate of Rhydin. It didn't matter to her, really. What did matter to her was that Scorpion Wraitharan had come to her aid, and he was here, against all advice. Now that he was back and they were reconciled (mostly) after the way she had left him, things felt somehow...more manageable, more doable, more hopeful. And hope was something that was hard to come by in this place.

Isuelt knew she was falling for him all over again, deeper this time. Maybe even deep enough to stick around this time. She figured she would give it a go; she even figured she might as well admit to her self that she loved the great bastard.

She loved him more than anything she'd come across in this sorrowful pit of a world.

Issy

Date: 2007-05-19 13:58 EST
It seemed that the dregs of hell (which she colorfully referred to as her life) were lightening as of late. Nearly a month had gone by since Scorp had come to town, and they had not yet had a single fight. That, in and of itself, was completely amazing to her. And what was more, the violence in the WestEnd seemed to have quieted. But Isuelt knew that to be only a respite, rather than a victory. No one was stupid enough to believe that the force that had singled out RhyDin for terror had completely ceased. Still, she was thankful for the moments of peace and thought that the pause allowed her.

Isuelt had been spending more and more time at the Vanderwall Inn with Scorp, she had even go so far as to suggest that he find some place more permanent. To this the Don Mega simply waved his hand proclaiming, "I ain't staying for good, doll. I can't stay away from my Metro, you know me. Why don't we talk about this again when all this crap is sorted out and you can decide to come back to the crib with me."

The Scathachian had of course declined on first instinct, although it was an electrifying offer.

That dopey grin on her lips had taken up permanent residence as of late, and it only widened when she glanced to the dresser in her bed chamber. There was a glass vase and a note propped up, courtesy of one Brian Ravenlock. She went over and reread the note:

"Isuelt,

I know you are not a mother in the physical sense, but to me you are that and much more.. When i lost my way, I was blessed by your presence. You set me upon a path that would forever change my entire outlook on life, and in turn my life itself over all. When my back was against the wall it was you, who pulled me off it, and kicked me square in the ass, and sent me on my way again. When I had no where to go, it was you who opened the door to your home and took me in like the stray I was at the time.. When Jen and I.. Well you were there for all of that as well, and also prodded and guided us bit by bit, and eventually like every good mother who did all of the things I described and so much more, you let us leave the nest to choose our own path in this world. You were not only like a mother to us, but to so many others within the order and outside. In my heart of hearts Isuelt, you are a Mother in every way possible. We are each fortunate for all you have done and given for us, and I know I am eternally thankful. So on this Mother's day... on your day, I wish you the very best and so much more. I love ya, Isuelt.

~Brian"

There was no way that Brian could have possibly known how important his sentiments were to her. Mother's Day was never something that she had looked forward to. There were too many painful memories of her own mother, as well as how many times Isuelt and her husband had tried to conceive a child without success.

Perhaps now, she could think of Mothering Sunday in a new light. Perhaps now, she could think of many other things in a new light.