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That’s what Jac experienced while sitting at the hand-carved table in the warm, tiny home of Mother Melody. The girl’s fingers are wrapped around a cup of tea, her shoulder still aching though it hurts far less than she knows it should. Mother comes to sit across from her, setting a dish of sweets before her.
“I’m... quite sorry for Tav. Again,” She smiles, sheepishly tucking her fingers around her own cup. The noble girl shakes her head, unable to stop her small smile at the small, unassumingly soft woman before her.
“N-no, it’s... alright. I’m familiar with people lashing out to protect themselves,” She nods, looking down. “But uhm... Ma’am, I have a question for you,”
“Please, call me Carla. Ma’am makes it seem like I’m above you and I’ve never... been a fan of outranking people,” Carla smiles and nods, crossing her legs under the table in an unnaturally graceful way. Everything she does is with that same grace and ease, and Jac finds herself staring and forgetting what she was going to say. It’s when the woman leans forward to catch her eye that she clears her throat, her cheeks warming up.
“A-ah, I’m sorry Ma’a- Carla... but how is it that I have so little pain from such an awful injury? Is it...”
Carla blinks, her blue eyes seeming only to brighten further as she laughs, a hearty sound that makes whoever hears it feel like surely they should be laughing too. So Jac does, albeit awkwardly.
“Magic? Not quite baby, it’s just a healing blend,” She gestures to the cup in the young girl’s hands, smiling happily at her. “There’s likely some magic in there, but none of my doing. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t just toss some power into every little thing,”
The girl nods, feeling only more embarrassed as she looks down at her cup, fiddling with it awkwardly. Another, more pressing question weighs on her mind, and as she goes to open it, the other, larger dragon from before comes into the room and taps a hand against the mother’s cheek, making her look up.
Jac watches as they have something of a silent conversation, Tav making slight gestures rather than saying much at all, before Carla nods, moving a chair back.
“You don’t mind if they sit with us while we talk, do you baby? They get anxious when alone lately,”
“I-I uh... no, not at all. It’s quite alright,”
Carla smiles as Tav takes their seat, subconsciously pushing their chair closer to her. With this new addition, Jac can feel the unease setting in even stronger, her fingers tapping harder over the side of her glass. After a tense moment of silence, Carla reaches forward and pats the back of her hand, giving her a sense of... calm.
“That isn’t the only question you have for me... is it?” Carla gives her a gentle smile, taking Jac’s hand into her own comfortingly, kindly. There’s a moment of silence before the girl takes a deep breath, closing her eyes.
“...I... came here because I need to... to try something,” She opens her eyes again, pushing her cup aside to take Carla’s hand between her own and clutch it ever so tightly. “I need to ask something of you, Blessed Mother. I know it may be too much to ask, and I bring no gifts to give you in return b-but I-” She cuts herself off, her breath shaking. But despite her nerves, she receives the same calm, gentle smile.
“...Speak child. You’ve found your way to me, given me company, and your time. That is payment enough,”
Jac looks over her face, as if searching for any hint of a lie, or a trick... she finds none, and nods again.
“My family... we’ve been torn apart. My dear little brother, he... he made a mistake in a moment of frustration, hurt the eldest and I and before I could even process what had happened, we were running... My parents, they didn’t understand, they put the law above their son and tried to kill him...” Her voice breaks and she looks away, trying to get herself together.
“...His retainer, he... he did the best he could, he saved him but... the sacrifice we had to pay is that our parents think us dead, assassinated. And I’d thought we’d find a way through it, a way to go back, but Blessed Mother, I think you may be the only chance I have left to have my family again,”
Carla listens silently as the girl dissolves into tears, her brows furrowing as she runs a thumb over her knuckles.
“...Mother Melody please... tell me you can get me home,”
The woman looks up at her, biting her lip before getting up to move closer, putting a hand to her cheek.
“...My dearest girl... I know, how harmful it can be to be so very close to your family, yet feel so far. And as much as I would love to... give them back to you, give you the life I know you deserve...” Carla takes a deep breath, her heart twisting as the young woman’s face falls before her.
“...It can’t be done without consequences. By what you’ve told me, if your parents were to find out what was done, you would lose your brother. And besides, I can’t undo magic like that, not something so complicated, involving so many people. Not without harming many others in the process,”
Jac takes a deep breath, trying to swallow down the empty, painful feeling that settles into her stomach as her last hope proves useless. She looks down, wiping her eyes and shaking her head before just pushing herself up from the table.
“...I-I’m sorry to have bothered you with it Ma’am, I had suspected you couldn’t help, but I thought I had to try,” She goes to step away, but Mother doesn’t let go, holding her hand tighter.
“Hold on baby, I know it isn’t much, but I can help you with at least one thing,” She stands, pulling the girl closer and reaching up to remove her mask, despite how Jac stiffens under her touch. She puts her fingers to her cheek, smiling apologetically.
“...I can at the least take this from you. One less painful reminder. It would be but an illusion, a charm, but... it could help,”
The offer is tempting, and it takes Jac longer than she would have wished to reach her answer. She moves a hand up to Carla’s where it rests against her scarred, burnt skin and she pauses, biting her lip. She takes a breath, another, and yet another before shaking her head.
“...Thank you Ma’am. Really. You’re as kind as they say, but I simply.. can’t erase it. I don’t want to forget. If these marks are... are all I will ever have of my brother, I would really like to keep them,”
Carla’s smile softens and she nods, patting Jac’s cheek before stepping back.
“Well then, let me send you home with something at least,” The woman taps Tav’s shoulder as she passes and the larger dragon nods, moving to help her reach a metal container. They hand it to Jac, Carla informing her that it’s the same healing tea, to help with any aches and pains that may come up.
Jac thanks them both, bowing deeply before moving to leave. Carla kisses her cheek, helps her with her mask, and moves to clean the table as Tav walks the girl out. It’s once they’re outside that the dragon puts a hand to Jac’s wrist, causing her to flinch in surprise.
They throw their hands up, taking a step back and shrinking down as she turns to look at them. One chirp of a cricket, then two, then three, before they speak.
“..I-I uh... I’m... I’m sorry. Someone... hurt Mama. And I have to protect her,” Their voice is harsh, stammering and slow, with some strange accent mushing their words, but Jac manages to understand. She nods before pausing, thinking to herself.
“...Forgive me for asking but... why would someone want to hurt the Mother? If she’s as good and kind as she seems?”
The large dragon seems to think for a bit, biting at a scarred lip before looking down at Jac with wide, tired eyes.
“...Because she is... beautiful, and good. And for every good thing, there must be a bad,” They look Jac over, thinking a bit longer before bowing their head.
“And your bad, is only making the way for good. So have a good night Miss. Mama will be watching over you,”
And that sentence is what rang in Jac’s mind the whole trek home in the dusk light. She’d hardly even realized that she’d spent almost an entire day in that small, comfortable home, and even as she plays with the tin in her fingers, she fails to notice that Mother’s face is fading from her mind, her voice is droning away until all she can remember is a walk, a large, lumbering dragon with tired eyes, and the brightest shade of blue she’s ever seen.
But all the same, she feels... better. She only wishes she could remember who to thank for it.
A young noble stumbles her way through the forest.
The trees and grass are wet from the gently misting rain falling from above her head, the forest is quiet aside from her quiet, shaky breathing. That is what she fails to notice as completely, utterly strange.
Any other night, while in this part of the forest, close to the scent of a cooking fire as she is, one would hear a gentle, comforting song. A tune, beckoning the lost and sick towards salvation. And yet tonight, under the pale light of the moon filtering green and dappled through the trees, there is nothing guiding her but the gentle flickering of the fireflies.
But this girl has not been here long enough. Dropped off by the caring hands of her brother not long ago to heal the wounds hidden under the floral mask resting cool and heavy at her cheek, she’s yet to learn the ways of this forest. She’s yet to learn the dangers, why the two creatures known as Mother Melody and the Lady of Death are so very revered, to the point where their names are engraved into the city’s way of life, into their thanks and well-wishings. Into their curses.
And she’s yet to learn why, even without the song of the Mother to guide her, she’s found her way into this clearing. This beautiful, warm clearing.
She feels her breath catch as she looks at this beautiful place, a small, humble home standing before her in the center of a perfectly circular clearing. The house is made of worn, tired stone, the faded clay of the bricks intersected by many a saturated, lively vine. The plants of the garden surrounding the home are almost unnatural in their beauty and life, some seeming almost to glow and dance in the night wind, as if conscious and alive.
The noble’s good eye, the one that still holds her doll-like beauty and childish wonder looks over the home as her boots shuffle through the lush grass dotted with wildflowers, the blades attempting to tickle her knees. She feels a grin come to her lips as she makes her way towards the front door, feeling... at home. Protected. Loved by this place, the very air around it wrapping around her like an embrace she’s missed so very much for so long. A mother’s embrace.
It’s when her foot finally meets the front step of this home that it changes.
A growl, not unlike the hounds she’s heard guarding people’s homes in this place. Before she can turn her head, expecting to comfort a scared pet, the wind is knocked from her lungs and she crashes to the ground, a heavy, cold weight settled against her body.
The growling is loud, too loud, and she’s flipped over onto her stomach as her arm is pulled behind her back very hard. Too hard. There’s a sickening pop as her arm is torn from it’s socket and she yells out, her scream of pain almost muffled by the animalistic growls above her head.
The noble can barely hear the door to the home slam open and a sharp, shrill whistle, the growls stopping short as the air suddenly becomes still again, save for the girl’s quiet, whimpering breaths and the sound of footsteps coming running.
“Tav, get off of her! She’s a child!” The weight against her back seems to disappear, a whimper sounding from behind her as the girl refuses to move, afraid to be attacked again. It isn’t long though before a gentle hand meets her cheek and that fear seems to.... fade away.
Her face is tilted up and her now wet and muddy hair is pushed back from her face with the gentlest touch she’s felt in some time. When she dares to open her eyes, she is greeted by... one of the most beautiful women she’s ever seen. The dragon’s dark skin reflects the moonlight in a blue glow, her impossibly blue eyes seeming to only heighten the glowing nature of her. Dark, singed wings sit folded and bandaged at her back, forcing the noble girl to notice the bandages wrapped around the woman’s neck, her jaw, her wrists, and she feels... angry. Angry that someone would hurt her.
The woman seems worried, sad, and a tad bit angry as she sits the girl up, putting a hand to her arm. A person moves to sit behind her, their bright orange eyes downcast and their torn, metal-adorned ears pinned back to their skull as they shrink down. They seem... much like a chastised dog, down to the slight whimpers leaving their mouth. The woman pats a hand against their leg, but otherwise ignores them. They look between the two briefly before going inside, leaving the door open.
“This may hurt baby, I’m so very sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you,” Before the girl has a chance to ask what she means, there’s another loud pop and a spike of pain as her shoulder is jerked back into place with far more strength than this small dragon looks to possess. She cries out in pain and collapses into the woman’s chest, getting a gentle “shhh” and a hand placed into her hair in return.
“I know baby. I know... come, let’s clean those wounds and get you a warm cup of tea. It’s far too wet and cold to be out here alone. I’d tried to keep you children away for a while, but you must be very lost,” As she’s gently coaxed to her feet, the girl finally finds her voice, her brow furrowing in confusion.
“...Ma’am who... who are you?” The woman turns her face and smiles, the expression sad and so, so very tired.
“...You may know me as Mother Melody, many who find this place call me Mama. But seeing as you seem to have a mother already... you may call me Carla. Now come, let’s find you a blanket baby,”
A noble daughter, under the care of the city and the kind family of mages that has taken her in. Amazed by how magic is treated in this city, so free and widely used, she’s started a journey to somehow mend her family, as broken as it’s become.
How common a thread within Melody’s calm, comforting walls. How very, very sad that the people she searches for don’t want to be found.
