when: 1983 where: Lacha’s apartment who: @galefairbank
The Courts have been calm for going on 30-some years now and Lacha revels in the stability. She thanks Danu that, all her life, Camellia has only know peace. Maybe it can stay that way. Lacha doesn’t actually believe that; even if she did, peace didn’t make a good leader. No, Lacha had learned to be the Queen she is today from both her father’s peace and gentleness and the toil and strife her mother caused. But it is peaceful now and that’s enough.
That night, Camellia is with her grandfather and so Lacha invited Gale over. The father of her child, to think it’s coming up on twenty years that they’ve been doing this -- she hesitates to call them together. After all, the nature of their relationship defies definition. But, those twenty years and a daughter later, and there’s still a deep space in Lacha’s heart for the demifey.
Moving from the kitchen into the sitting room, Lacha brings with her two glasses and a bottle of wine. “Our daughter will be fourteen years old soon,” she comments, settling herself on the couch and passing the wine to him to deal with. That’s more or less nothing to a fey but it’s still something as a mother, as parents. “Can you believe it? And she looks more and more like you everyday. You’ll have to be careful not to stand too close to her.” Lacha says it as a tease, but it’s also a concern.
“I was so hoping her hair would change,” she murmurs in a fond sort of joke. Reaching forward, she toys with a few strands of his hair, the same blond as their daughters.