The thought of waking Mayaseralle only to put her back to sleep at Riva seems entirely too much for Veda, and unfair to a child whose rest has been troubled lately; the idea of managing to keep her asleep for the return trip strikes her as laughable. Her luck hasn't been quite that good lately and being not nearly desperate enough to actually ( Read more... )

The house is a very important part of the next step in Veda's slowly forming 'plan', but more than that - it simply gives her something to do. Something to occupy her hands and her mind, as she signs the paperwork that'll transfer ownership and occupies herself with the necessities like whether or not she'd like to change any of the furnishings and ( Read more... )

"You are not my fatherLater, Garion would wonder about the word on which the bubbling fountain behind Veda exploded into flames, water turned effortlessly to fire with nothing more than her rage and grief to power the transformation; he wondered who it was the most telling of. Right at that very moment, though, there was a startled shriek and he ( Read more... )

Home was a difficult concept for Veda ( Read more... )

As strange as it may seem at first glance, Veda came to Riva for peace and she gets it. If her mother had come to Dal Perivor as she'd wanted to, there'd have been none of that; Veda's own duties aren't onerous, her attempts at advancing her husband having never come to much of anything, and her mother would've had nothing to occupy her thoughts ( Read more... )

The journey is unremarkable; interminable, she thinks, carrying Mayaseralle up gangplanks and then into carriages, watching her as the months pass and counting the ways in which she's so like he was, more each day. She remembers this from her own childhood as their daughter won't, the helpless quiet of her mother and knowing better than to cry. ( Read more... )