Raiha had been pleasantly surprised when Kanikra actually silenced the boy with those faces. He was so surprised, it seemed, that he had stopped howling. Kanikra's attempts at coddling and loving up the child seemed to be working. If they ever had children of their own, Raiha didn't think that they would have a problem with their mother. Kanikra could pull things off that an infant wouldn't catch. A more perceptive child might notice. But this worked. Kavala was able to talk now that her boy had hushed, and Kanikra cuddled the child to her. This was all he wanted, she told Raiha smugly.
You weren't like that, Raiha told her. You didn't scream for attention. You just slipped between us so rarely that she didn't notice, that I hardly noticed, and the few times she did see you, you scared her. Especially when we were younger and you nearly killed him.
He had it coming, Kanikra was dismissive as she held the boy in her arms, smiling at the memory of attempted murder, as Diallo puffed a little and relaxed, and she gently, carefully manipulated Tasi's hands as to to stroke the dog's ears and head. New sensations. New feelings. No one else had to know what she was thinking about to make her smile like that, warm and wistful though she appeared. She had been a different child, as different as night and day from the light, golden twin that everyone had admired and feared for her roughness in play. But she did not regret it. She laughed at their concepts of loneliness. Loneliness was the 'pain' of being alone, they said... but at the same time, solitude was its glorification, the celebration of being alone. She had had a sister to torment and torture and wander the nights while Raiha slept and didn't notice and woke up tired. There was no pain to being alone... because she never was.
But the sister-souls had begun to realize what it was when the spirit had failed to soothe the boy. Process of elimination told them that if it had been anything else physical, Kavala would have taken care of it, twice-marked by Rak'keli as she was. Tasi would be raised differently than they had been. His mother had an aptitude for handling both souls of the Akalak - and Akontak - she had met, unlike some who merely chose to deal with whatever soul seemed more dominant and was the easiest to get along with. Her own mother hadn't been prepared. How could she possibly have been? Raiha and Kanikra did not blame her. There was nothing to blame her for. She had named herself, because Tana had no idea when she saw her second daughter. You have no idea how lucky you are, Kanikra wanted to tell the child. Not everyone gets such chances. Enjoy them.
She adjusted her arms around him to cradle him, letting him lean against her arm and stomach as she touched his face and white hair before having a look at Kavala's sketches. "I like it. I'll cover the fencing," she told Kavala. This was their home, and it wouldn't hurt to contribute to it. Her pupils were normal-sized. Surely that meant Raiha... but it was hard to tell. Kanika was hiding her tells with this facade, at least from the others, and those faces and coddling threw a wrench into the cogs. She would push Raiha back before she could let the Konti become completely confident in any deduction with regards to who was who. She knew Kavala was not a fool. Tired, worn down, somewhat depressed, certainly, but she was not a fool. It was a point in her favour.Always good to keep the two of them on their toes and whatnot... "I'm sure with as many able bodies as we have, we can help him get the structure up and finish it ourselves. But it's plenty of space for the packs. That's more than big enough. If, Goddess forbid, we run out of space, the Deerstalkers can use the spare flights in the mews."
You weren't like that, Raiha told her. You didn't scream for attention. You just slipped between us so rarely that she didn't notice, that I hardly noticed, and the few times she did see you, you scared her. Especially when we were younger and you nearly killed him.
He had it coming, Kanikra was dismissive as she held the boy in her arms, smiling at the memory of attempted murder, as Diallo puffed a little and relaxed, and she gently, carefully manipulated Tasi's hands as to to stroke the dog's ears and head. New sensations. New feelings. No one else had to know what she was thinking about to make her smile like that, warm and wistful though she appeared. She had been a different child, as different as night and day from the light, golden twin that everyone had admired and feared for her roughness in play. But she did not regret it. She laughed at their concepts of loneliness. Loneliness was the 'pain' of being alone, they said... but at the same time, solitude was its glorification, the celebration of being alone. She had had a sister to torment and torture and wander the nights while Raiha slept and didn't notice and woke up tired. There was no pain to being alone... because she never was.
But the sister-souls had begun to realize what it was when the spirit had failed to soothe the boy. Process of elimination told them that if it had been anything else physical, Kavala would have taken care of it, twice-marked by Rak'keli as she was. Tasi would be raised differently than they had been. His mother had an aptitude for handling both souls of the Akalak - and Akontak - she had met, unlike some who merely chose to deal with whatever soul seemed more dominant and was the easiest to get along with. Her own mother hadn't been prepared. How could she possibly have been? Raiha and Kanikra did not blame her. There was nothing to blame her for. She had named herself, because Tana had no idea when she saw her second daughter. You have no idea how lucky you are, Kanikra wanted to tell the child. Not everyone gets such chances. Enjoy them.
She adjusted her arms around him to cradle him, letting him lean against her arm and stomach as she touched his face and white hair before having a look at Kavala's sketches. "I like it. I'll cover the fencing," she told Kavala. This was their home, and it wouldn't hurt to contribute to it. Her pupils were normal-sized. Surely that meant Raiha... but it was hard to tell. Kanika was hiding her tells with this facade, at least from the others, and those faces and coddling threw a wrench into the cogs. She would push Raiha back before she could let the Konti become completely confident in any deduction with regards to who was who. She knew Kavala was not a fool. Tired, worn down, somewhat depressed, certainly, but she was not a fool. It was a point in her favour.Always good to keep the two of them on their toes and whatnot... "I'm sure with as many able bodies as we have, we can help him get the structure up and finish it ourselves. But it's plenty of space for the packs. That's more than big enough. If, Goddess forbid, we run out of space, the Deerstalkers can use the spare flights in the mews."