#janylle

Janylle sat in a chair on the balcony, sipping her morning coffee while she watched her wife and child discussing the basics of how to use a sword. Vona had a very unique technique and their daughter, Alna, wanted to know it all. 

The girls thirst for knowledge made them both excited, causing a rare happiness to shine through her wife. Her wife, it still wasn’t something she would have ever thought possible. Everyone told them that their relationship would never work, Janylle was devout to the light, and Vona was dead. Somehow though, and through much concession from each, many walls being torn down and a learning curve on the priests part, here they were. 

Light and dark balanced in perfect harmony, or well as perfect as it was ever going to get, really. Janylle even in secret had learned how to mend with shadow, in case anything were to happen to her beloved. They still fought, but when they made up it was like falling in love all over again. The source of one of their largest fights, was the blonde standing between them. Janylle wanted children and Vona did not, in their situation adopting or other methods would have to be used, which did not please her. 

Janylle sipped at her coffee as she thought back on that argument, it was when the red head stopped speaking to her for several days and even considered leaving, that Vona realized what need Janylle had for having that sort of life around. It still took them a while to decide in full, but they visited the orphanage and put in their application, Alna was a half-breed and no one wanted her but of course, Janylle fell in love with her instantly. Seeing her wife so happy, made the choice easy. 

Vona continued the talk about her sword, her eyes flicking to inspect her wife shamelessly, as Janylle gave her a warm and knowing smile. It was an odd family, one that should have never worked but they were happy. It was all that mattered.