[February Catch All for Yorda]

[shroudofgray]

Characters: Yorda and You!
Date: February
Location: Throughout Keeliai
Situation: General catchall shenanigans and memory event shit
Warnings/Rating: Human sacrifice, child abuse, child death




General:

Much of the month sees Yorda helping with small tasks around the hotel or out in the city. While much of the repairs are done, she’s happy to lend a hand with errands and fetching things.

There isn’t much free time but she spends it wandering around the city looking for a good place to set up targets for her sling. With the dojo shut, she finds it’s best to go back to more self-sufficient practice.

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[ooc: memory stuff below]

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[shroudofgray]

Yorda came to an abrupt halt as the memory passed as quickly as it had come. It was still hard for her to tell if this were some external force, or her own strange magic manifesting in odd ways.

Still, whatever it was, it wasn't good.

As Elizabeth jerked away, Yorda reached out to the young woman.

"I am sorry - are you alright...?"

[isochrone]

Elizabeth pulled back when Yorda reached for her, but only because she was afraid of accidentally triggering another vision. "Y-Yes," she gulped. "That was... so that's what they meant, when they said strange things had been happening all over the city? Oh goodness no, don't be sorry though. You didn't do anything wrong."

[shroudofgray]

Yorda hesitated and then her hand fell meekly to her side.

"It is not something others should have to see," she explained. It wasn't Elizabeth's fault she'd seen inside Yorda's memories, but she couldn't help but feel shaken by the unexpected intrusion. Whatever the cause of it was, Yorda would have liked a word.

"I think it has been happening to others as well."

[isochrone]

"Unfortunately it seems we're not to have a choice in that," the brunette sighed. "People might have been a bit more descriptive about what was happening, though! Then we might have known what to expect..."

Except there really wasn't any way to prepare for something like that.

Then, unable to restrain her curiosity, Elizabeth asked, "Who was that woman?"

[shroudofgray]

"Maybe they found it hard to speak of," she suggested. Yorda tended to hope for the best in people and did not like to think anyone had been misleading.

"That being was my mother."

[isochrone]

Elizabeth gasped before she could stop herself. "But--!" And then she shook her head.

"Someone like that couldn't have been your mother, Yorda..."