The Park, Thursday Night

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

After an...interesting evening with Mooner, Leda made her way to where he'd told her another visitor was waiting for her. It had taken some doing before she'd worked up the nerve to come out here. She wasn't sure she could handle this.

She almost broke and ran when she saw the familiar profile sitting on a bench, feeding the ducks.

"M-mommy?" she whispered in Elvish.

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[habitofyouth.livejournal.com]

Leda's mother had been preparing herself for this. She was all set rise regally and formally, though warmly greet her daughter.

But at the sound of Leda's voice, all her preparations went right out the window. She was off the bench, in the girl's arms almost in the blink of an eye.

"Hello my Dearest Treasure."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda tried several times to say something. She tried to flippantly tell her mother that she went by Leda these days. She tried to sweetly tell her mother how much she missed her. But she simply could not get any words out. Instead she clung to her, needing, at least this once, to be a little girl crying on her mother's shoulder.

[habitofyouth.livejournal.com]

She held her, just as she had when she was a little girl, making the same soothing sounds she always had.

"It's all right Treasure. It's all right."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda sniffed, and managed to calm herself a bit. "I'm sorry. Not exactly regal am I?"

[habitofyouth.livejournal.com]

"I'm not exactly a picture of royalty at the moment myself Treasure." she smiled, ruffling her little girl's hair.