by Pistol Annie #1 NPC » Mon Jan 09, 2017 11:33 am
Gavotte was about to respond to the merchant boy, but of course he could hear his mother destroying stuff, even from this distance. The horrendous sounds coming from that direction told Gavotte she was murdering some soldiers. It sounded like something Queen Solara would disapprove of. When she came into the house and started screaming in rage, as usual, Gavotte tried to hide behind Blaze. Unfortunately, the next thing Cadence noticed was Rowan and Gwen.
"YOU!" Cadence roared. "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY DAUGHTER! THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!"
Gavotte nodded silently to Blaze, and got into position to catch his furious mother. In this mood, she would destroy everything in her path before violently murdering the Adamson boy. Cadence wouldn't think logically and realize they needed a healer. Gavotte could kind of tell that Blaze was hypnotizing his mom, fortunately for everyone in this building. Cadence swayed on her feet and fell in the wrong direction, away from Gavotte, but he was fast enough to catch her. Unfortunately, he caught her by literally sliding under her and shielding his mother's body with his own.
"You just saved us all from my mother's wrath," Gavotte breathed a sigh of relief, despite being crushed under the weight of his mother. At least they had survived and not been attacked violently by her telekinesis ripping them in half or something. Gavotte did not want to watch his mother murder people.
"I'm sure Rowan will be alright. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him, except being unconscious of course," he said to Olivia. "Also, it would be great if you could help me."
He gestured to his mother, who was still laying on top of him, crushing him.
Rowan was so comfortable, he felt like a child in his mother's arms again. Tears of joy flowed silently from his eyes as he closed them, relaxing in Gwen's embrace. He focused on her song, and the lights all around that called for him to sleep. He saw the world just the same with his eyes closed.
"I... I can't thank you enough," he murmured softly, reaching up to touch her cheek gently. His mind was drifting into a bright haze which enveloped him like a warm blanket. As he slowly fell asleep, his hand slipped away from her face and fell limply at his side. His vision faded not into darkness, but rather into a pure, warm light that took him into its protective embrace. It was a motherly presence, yet it was different from his mother Gingko. His birth mother would never embrace him like this. Yet this wasn't Gwen's green-and-violet light, but rather it danced with every color of the rainbow, blended together into white. Rowan realized it was just like his own light, just brighter by far.
No two people had the same light -- except Rowan and the kindly presence in his mind.