by Maddy » Tue Jun 11, 2024 10:59 am
Part 4 (Final) Maddy’s continued efforts to mend ties with her Mother. Maddy goes home.
After years of silence, Maddy knew it was time to face the past she had fled. With a heart full of hope and trepidation, she decided to return home. She understood the journey back would not be easy, and the reception uncertain, but the weight of unresolved history compelled her to seek closure.
As the White Tower faded into the distance, Maddy rehearsed the words she would say to her mother. She imagined the different scenarios, from a cold dismissal to a tearful embrace. Yet, she held onto the sliver of hope that time had softened her mother’s heart.
Over the years she had contact with her brothers and father, who let her know of her mothers continued anger. To her growing despair, her Mother had not returned any of the numerous pigeons she had sent. It was time to take the next step in reconciliation.
Maddy’s heart pounded as she approached the ornate gates of the manor house. The familiar sights and sounds of her childhood enveloped her. The family dog Lucky ran to meet her, jumping up to lick her with excitement, as if she had never left. Giving Lucky a quick hug and scratch she rose and continued towards the door, each step was a mixture of nostalgia, determination and a small bit of fear.
Her family, alerted by Lucky’s enthusiasm, began gathering in the courtyard. Her father and brothers approached with cautious smiles, but it was her mother’s figure that drew her attention.
Maddy straightened her back and brushed her hair from her eyes as she met her mother’s gaze. Her mothers eyes, the same shade of bright green as Maddy’s, bore into her with an intensity that could rival the One Power. The years had changed them both.
“Maddy,” her mother’s voice was a mix of ice and steel, “you dare return after all these years?” Maddy, flinching at the coldness of her words responded, “I had to come back, Mother. The Tower has taught me much, but it is time I faced my past.”
Lady Firiel’s expression softened for a moment, a flicker of maternal concern breaking through her anger. “You’ve grown, child. The Tower has changed you.”
“It has,” Maddy admitted, “but some things remain the same. I still remember the lessons you taught me, the importance of family.”
Her mother stepped aside, allowing Maddy to enter. As they walked through the halls adorned with tapestries of Cairhienin history, the tension between them began to unravel, thread by thread.
In the privacy of the drawing room, Lady Firiel finally spoke, her voice no longer cold, but weary. “I was angry, Maddy. Angry that you left, angry that you disobeyed me, but I see now that you needed to find your own way.”
Maddy reached out, taking her mother’s hands in hers. “I may walk the path of an Aes Sedai, but I am still your daughter. Cairhien, our family, it’s a part of who I am.”
They stood there, mother and daughter, their anger dissolving into understanding. For Maddy, it was a reconciliation long overdue, a healing of old wounds. And for Lady Firiel it was the return of a daughter , her youngest. The child she thought she had lost.
Part 4 (Final) Maddy’s continued efforts to mend ties with her Mother. Maddy goes home.
After years of silence, Maddy knew it was time to face the past she had fled. With a heart full of hope and trepidation, she decided to return home. She understood the journey back would not be easy, and the reception uncertain, but the weight of unresolved history compelled her to seek closure.
As the White Tower faded into the distance, Maddy rehearsed the words she would say to her mother. She imagined the different scenarios, from a cold dismissal to a tearful embrace. Yet, she held onto the sliver of hope that time had softened her mother’s heart.
Over the years she had contact with her brothers and father, who let her know of her mothers continued anger. To her growing despair, her Mother had not returned any of the numerous pigeons she had sent. It was time to take the next step in reconciliation.
Maddy’s heart pounded as she approached the ornate gates of the manor house. The familiar sights and sounds of her childhood enveloped her. The family dog Lucky ran to meet her, jumping up to lick her with excitement, as if she had never left. Giving Lucky a quick hug and scratch she rose and continued towards the door, each step was a mixture of nostalgia, determination and a small bit of fear.
Her family, alerted by Lucky’s enthusiasm, began gathering in the courtyard. Her father and brothers approached with cautious smiles, but it was her mother’s figure that drew her attention.
Maddy straightened her back and brushed her hair from her eyes as she met her mother’s gaze. Her mothers eyes, the same shade of bright green as Maddy’s, bore into her with an intensity that could rival the One Power. The years had changed them both.
“Maddy,” her mother’s voice was a mix of ice and steel, “you dare return after all these years?” Maddy, flinching at the coldness of her words responded, “I had to come back, Mother. The Tower has taught me much, but it is time I faced my past.”
Lady Firiel’s expression softened for a moment, a flicker of maternal concern breaking through her anger. “You’ve grown, child. The Tower has changed you.”
“It has,” Maddy admitted, “but some things remain the same. I still remember the lessons you taught me, the importance of family.”
Her mother stepped aside, allowing Maddy to enter. As they walked through the halls adorned with tapestries of Cairhienin history, the tension between them began to unravel, thread by thread.
In the privacy of the drawing room, Lady Firiel finally spoke, her voice no longer cold, but weary. “I was angry, Maddy. Angry that you left, angry that you disobeyed me, but I see now that you needed to find your own way.”
Maddy reached out, taking her mother’s hands in hers. “I may walk the path of an Aes Sedai, but I am still your daughter. Cairhien, our family, it’s a part of who I am.”
They stood there, mother and daughter, their anger dissolving into understanding. For Maddy, it was a reconciliation long overdue, a healing of old wounds. And for Lady Firiel it was the return of a daughter , her youngest. The child she thought she had lost.