Look How Far We've Come

Gwynevere had never really doubted that her mothers appreciated her work or that they were proud of her, but being the only healer out of a litter full of fighters and warriors with two mothers that had both always been praised for their skill in fighting had always made her feel a bit like the odd one out. She had struggled with how to relate to her family for a long time and had withdrawn into her work, leaning more on Eilwen for company and support than anything else in her youngest years. She didn't hold any resentment toward any of her family, but it was something that she had found herself working through as she got older. It was one of the reasons why she felt so silly showing off all of this hard work to her mother no matter how much she had wanted to.

As Resin moved toward her, Gwyn tipped her head up to keep her gaze on the familiar, singular gaze of her mother, surprised by how much warmth was there. Just as she had never doubted her mother's pride, she had never doubted her love either, but she had always shown it in different ways than how Tamsyn had. She was less expressive, less outwardly affectionate. It had never been a problem, it was just how her mother was. Still, it made emotion well up in her chest to see that warmth and love in her mother's gaze as she talked about how being a healer suited her and how proud she was. Gwyn wanted to feel her mother's touch so badly, but when her large paw lifted toward her cheek there was just a faint feeling of warmth and a whisper of what might have been a touch—or perhaps it was just her willful imagination. The intention was there though and Gwyn couldn't help the happy tears that started to well up in her mixed lavender and mint gaze.

"Thank you, mom," she replied quietly, doing her best to keep her voice from wavering as she smiled up at her lost mother. The analytical, logical, scientific side of her brain still couldn't quite believe that this was really her mother in front of her and not some drug induced, hopeful vision of her, but her heart wanted to believe. She wanted to believe that this was really her and she could go on with the comfort that her mother had gotten to see the result of what she had inspired and provided for and that she was proud of what she had created. "I love you. I'm really glad you got to visit."

Gwynevere | Eilwen