#orlaith

Some Mother’s day art featuring Maeve, with some spoilers for the ending of her route.

Tbh while Órlaith is entitled & selfish like many of the other nobles of the Seelie court, I still feel bad for the Dowager Queen’s situation. She lost everyone she ever cared about due to the war. King Anraí was a terrible ruler, but that brief glimpse of Órlaith crying in the throne room hints she genuinely loved & greived him, so maybe he was a better husband than he was a king?🤔

She missed seeing her daughter grow up due to the war, not sure if Órlaith spent much time with her daughter, considering IRL royals had nannies & staff do most of the child rearing, but I like to think she at least tried to be with baby Scáthach enough to hear her first words.Considering Maeve barely remembers her parents, she was probably pretty young when she was sent to Dúntúlán, around pre-school age. Yet at the end of the Maeve’s story route, she still recognized her mother even after so long apart.😭

this armour thing gave me nightmares, but we're almost done

As Orlaith prepared to check her over, Dawn pulled her blood matted hair over her shoulder, giving clear access to the wound. “I was out for dinner,” the terrible date had practically been forgotten, “Walking back to my car. This woman – she – I haven’t seen anyone like that before.” Dawn was struggling to recollect what happened next. “It doesn’t hurt much, I’m just really dizzy.”

Birdie was surprisingly full of energy that morning, rising early and passing through the markets on her way to the hospital. Which, typically, meant she was now sitting here at lunch with way too many treats for one person to consume before they went stale. Luckily though, it was the break room, and it wasn’t long until someone else entered. “Orlaith!” She called, waving the bag in her direction.