This was somewhat inspired by @pillarspromptsweekly‘s prompt #51, which came to my attention during PoE Fic Appreciation Week (I think it was @queen-scribbles that had reblogged it?), and then was promptly forgotten all about until this weekend, when I finally remembered that I’d actually wanted to write something for it.
It wasn’t so much that she thought that what she had done was wrong. After all, Ariela knew, it had all worked out in the end. But that didn’t stop her from wondering, on quiet days- days when she had nothing else to do but to look back over her past choices- whether what she had chosen to do was really for the best, or if things might have worked out better for everyone involved had she just let cooler heads prevail.
Vela was almost two years old now, a sweet bundle of joy who’s favourite pastimes were toddling along with Ariela wherever that she went, and playing with the colourful paints and crayons that had been gifted to her by an artist who had stayed at Caed Nua for a time, and had taken a particular liking to the young orlan girl. Ariela adored her with all of her heart. She didn’t exactly know how to be a mother, on account of never having had one herself, but she liked to think that she was making a good go of it all the same. She spent as much time with the girl as she could, and would frankly do anything to keep her safe and happy, but she didn’t know whether or not that was enough. She had taken the girl from her family home, after all. That was the truth of it, regardless of what circumstances had drove her to do it.
Regret
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