Timestamp :: 89th day of summer, 513 AV
It is not to much of a secret that mother and daughter relationships are fragile but strong things. Their foundations are easily cracked and fractured, but it is quite rare that it is completed shattered beyond repair. Lorelle has never gotten along with her mother to the extent where she would go as far to say she likes being around the woman. Lana always forced her to attend lessons and keep herself ladylike instead of letting her go out and run like a wild child in the snow. When Lorelle turned sixteen the relationship got worse when her mother tried to get her to marry. In the end, Lorelle is strictly her daddy's girl. However, that is not to say that she doesn't love her mother. She does. She does love her. She just doesn't like her. Yet she will sometimes, especially in the past, go out of her way to please the woman. Actually, though Lorelle will never admit it, her mother is the one person in the world she is probably afraid of. She is the one person who can get her to do almost anything she doesn't want to do just out of scaring her into it. Now that isn't to say that they haven't had their days of bliss and happiness. There have been days where they really connect and get along and other days when they can be found screaming at one another. Their relationship is like a sheet of ice that is just degrees away from being a wet puddle on the floor.
Today the relationship between mother and daughter is soon to be tested, even if neither mother or daughter see it coming. Lana, Lorelle's mother, has asked her daughter to come with her to the frozen falls market. Lorelle said yes because of having neither anything else better to do or wanting to upset the woman she calls mama. So here they are, walking through the stalls as Lana looks at different objects and makes her comments in a soft whisper so that only Lorelle can hear her. Despite her negativity, Lana does have some manners and has the decency to hide her rough attitude in public. Lorelle just watches, her mind racing. She doesn't understand why her mother wants her out here with her. It isn't like she wants to shop. She has all she needs at the moment and she is really not in the mood to just watch her mother do her shopping to just go home. At the same time though, she really doesn't want the subject of her upcoming birthday to come up. It is seventeen days away now. Lorelle wouldn't be surprised if her mother has been counting down the days for the past season. Or even, the past year really.
Looking back towards Lana, Lorelle takes in her features. Lana stands at five foot, seven inches. Her skin is dark and her hair is curly with shining yellow streaks and also, grey roots showing throughout it. Her skin isn't wrinkled and showing of old age but shows that she is no longer young and bright with all her years ahead of her. Lorelle doesn't even know her age. She has always been very secretive about it. If she had to guess, Elle would probably say she is somewhere in her forties or something like that. Lana's eyes are ever shifting, going from focused and calculating to annoyed and inflamed within a heartbeat. Lorelle knows her mother well enough to know when she is about to loose her cool demeanor. A stall owner trying to get more than what an item is worth or trying to sell something broken or rotten will do it. Lana is different from Lorelle with her eyes. Instead of burning red or dark blue like Lorelle's do, hers turn yellow or sometimes, rarely, orange to show her anger or need to hurt someone. She also has another color, an icy blue shade. Lorelle has never actually seen that color in her mother's eyes, but from what she has heard it isn't something she wants to see. Her father has said it is something scary. Like her mother's soul is being revealed for what it really is and all her secrets come spilling forth. Secrets turn from secret to known facts and the facts turn to lies. Not something Lorelle wants to experience, even if she does want to know what her mother could possibly be hiding from her.
"Elle?" Lorelle is snapped from her wonderings when she hears her mother's voice speaking one of her nicknames.
"Yes?" Lorelle asks, looking with calm, brown eyes, wondering what her mother wants and if she is going to find out why exactly she was asked to spend this time of the day with her mother.
"Nothing, just want to make sure you are still with me," Lana says rather nonchalantly as she continues to look at the offerings of the stall they are in front of.
Lorelle frowns, cleaning her jaw. It is hard to control her emotions and keep her eyes and even, calm color. Things like that is what sets her off and makes it hard for her to like being around her mother.
"Yes mama, I'm still with you," she says, sighing. She can't stand that she still calls her mother "mama" as it makes her feel like a small child who is unwilling to grow up, but she still does. Old habits die hard.
