The Crow And Her Sparrow

Chapter three - To admire you

Your mother pulled back after giving you a tight squeeze. She smiled and pet your cheek. She then looked back to the other figure in her home. "Sweetheart, You didn't tell me that you brought company." Your mother smiled sheepishly as she stared at the village priestess as Mother Miranda inspected a shiny fork. You raised an eyebrow but ignored it. The masked woman felt your eyes upon her and quickly slammed the fork on the nearby table. Her Godly Façade coming into play. Your mother squeezed your arm. "Won't you introduce me to your friend?" Her eyes became pleadingly wide as she smiled gently. You nodded and forced a smile. She wasn't your friend. She was never your friend. You had simply remained just to one another. You respected her more then what words could say.

Mother Miranda watched as you brought your frail mother towards her. "Mother, This is the village priestess. Do you remember the woman that took me as a maid before I was to go to the castle?" You said softly. Mother Miranda simply stood there. Your mother nodded and looked back at you. Your eyes brightened a little. "This is her, mama. This is Mother Miranda. The village priestess." You hummed. She let out a rigged breath as she leant on you as she tried to bow awkwardly. You went to stop her but Mother Miranda was keen to jump ahead. Claiming that there was no need for your mother to do such formalities. You met the priestess eyes with slight thanks. Your mother, however, reached for her hand. Mother Miranda cocked her head to the side. You grew nervous. Mother Miranda wasn't really a patient person for those she found as fools. You could only imagine where yourself and mother stood in result of that.

To your surprise, Mother Miranda accepted her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Eleanor." she smiled, not once removing her eyes from you. You gave an awkward smile and turned away slightly. "I must say, you have raised a very dependable daughter. You should be proud. She is one of the very few people to let me down." Your mother squeezed the crow mother's hand as she gave a heartfelt smile. Her eyes meeting that of the Goddess'. You watched the scene with slight fondness. Your heart began to ache a little. This was the softest you had seen your mistress. What had changed? 

Mother Miranda then met your eyes. You stared at each other momentarily before you went into the kitchen. Mother Miranda's eyes lingered on the spot you once were. "She has a habit for running away, that one." Your mother chuckled as she led Mother Miranda through the house. "Did you know, when my daughter was a young thing, she used to sneak into that church of yours all the time." Mother Miranda listened closely. She was incredibly interested. You used to sneak into the church? Whatever for? As if reading her thoughts, your mother continues. "She always said that she went to see the bird lady. She described to me a very beautiful blonde. Told me it was the village priestess. I do think she admired you greatly. I believe she still does." Your mother laughed. Was that so? "She stopped one day though. Sneaking into the church." Mother Miranda's brows furrowed. "She came back with five little scratched on her cheek. Four on her right and on her left. I had never seen her so... Scared?" Your mother clarified. 

The blonde's eyes widened at those words. Come to think of it. She remembered catching a little girl. She had had a similar appearance to yourself. Large gleaming (e/c) eyes and shoulder length (h/c) locks of hair. Mother Miranda had caught the girl sneaking around the walls. Hiding in the shadows as she watched the meeting of the four lord's with great curiousity. She vaguely remembered the sheer look of awe on the girl's face as she stared at Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. How she managed to sneak past the Lycans was a history mystery... Just as the meeting ended Miranda had grabbed the girl by the arms as her claws dug into her cheeks. leaving five scratch marks. Miranda had told the girl never to return. And she didn't. How could she miss out that that girl was infact her maid. That the girl was you. The little girl that she scratched.

Eleanor  gave her a pat on the hand. Drawing her out of her mind. Mother Miranda met the other woman's eyes. She smiled up at the blonde. Mother Miranda tilted her head slightly. She led Miranda to the kitchen to find you looking at some old photos. "I can hardly remember myself looking like that..." You chuckled. Mother Miranda came to your side. You wore a gentle well made baby blue cardigan and a brown skirt, not that it could be seen. All the photos were in black and white after all. Eleanor chuckled and walked towards a pot. You followed her with a gentle gaze. "What have you made, mama?" You asked as you gave a comforting squeeze to the arm.