"Ianite?!" a voice cried in disbelief.
Brilliant violet and shocking navy met in a sparking connection. Ianite's breath hitched as she saw her youngest child. Silver hair flew behind the female mage-warrior as she raced for her mother, arms opened wide to embrace her.
"Martha, Martha, Martha, Martha," Ianite said in a breathy chant as the human projectile hit her. The two women clung to each other desperately, pouring affection into a physical bond in an attempt to make up for lost years.
"Ten years too long," she murmured. "Far too long Martha. I missed you."
An odd gasping sound came from the silver haired mage.
"I missed you too mum," she said in a muffled, shaky voice.
Her head burrowed into Ianite's chest and her arms squeezed even tighter around the goddess. A shock ran through Ianite as she realized her only daughter, her warrior daughter, was crying. Her shoulders shook with sobs. A burst of warmth and sadness exploded in Ianite's chest when she understood just how much she had been missed.
She doesn't hate me...she thought in wonder. Even though I abandoned her she doesn't hate me...
"Why?" she asked absentmindedly, unaware that she had spoken out loud.
"I could never hate you mum!" Martha exclaimed indignantly as she pulled away and wiped furiously at her face.
"Was I-"
Her question was cut off by a snort. Already the tears were drying and the red splotches were fading from Martha's face. Ianite felt a mix of sadness and pride that her daughter was able to pull herself together so quickly. But she shouldn't have to feel like that...she should be able to let it out...I wouldn't mock her...
"Oh, please," she scoffed. "You don't need to say it all out loud. I know you far too well to be obstructed by mere silence. It's all in your body language, your posture, and your aura."
Ianite smiled wryly. Her daughter did know her too well. It was both a blessing and a curse, she supposed.
"So," she began, "what's changed since I left?"
A long sigh escaped Martha's lips as thousands of emotions flitted across her face.
"I'll give you the short version and leave the Heroes to explain the details," she said with an undertone of annoyance. "I arrived back at Dagrun after they fell so I don't quite know the full story. In a nutshell, four heroes were prophesized to fall from the sky. It turns out that a wizard tagged along with them and has since joined their little band. They live just outside of the town, and a few own houses in the town itself. Syndy is a Dianitee, Tucker and Sonja are Mianitees, although Sonja is drifting between Mianite and you, and Sparkly-Butt is your follower. There was a huge problem with the taint, but it was solved by the Heroes. Andor stood up to Helgrind, parts of the town were somehow blown up, and then you arrived."
Ianite blinked.
"Sparkly-Butt?" she asked in confusion.
Martha gaped at her.
"That's what you got out of it?" she asked incredulously. "Sparkly-Butt?!"
"Well, no, I don't think I'll need the details of what happened when I can ask Andor about it later; I'm just slightly confused on who Sparkly-Butt is."
A pair of navy eyes rolled in exasperation.
"Your follower," she said slowly, as if speaking to a small child. "Jordan Sparklez. Sparklez. Sparkly. Sparkly-Butt."
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Ianite - Cursed Blessing
Adventure"My Lady, don't you remember me?" he asked. "My Spark? Is it really you?" She saw his face soften and a sad smile flit across his face for a brief instant before the joyous look returned. "I may not be this 'Spark' you speak of," he said softly, "Bu...
