Brittle Sticks, Evy (and Johara, if she wakes up)

[Johara Karalis]

ao oh…

Her mother was definitely mad and it was slightly bad that she couldn’t even remember what she had done. If Johara had done something wrong then she would take on her mother’s anger and worry while pleading her case. Yet at this very moment her mind was a complete blank, what had she been doing before this?

It would probably come to her eventually.

Sitting up Johara followed her mother’s posture with a frown nodding her head that indeed she wanted to know how she came home, perhaps it would force her to remember.

[Evyleen Karalis]

Evyleen stood, moving towards the kitchen, where she poured a glass of watered wine for herself. She took a drink in silence for a moment, before she turned, leveling her daughter with a cold stare.

"Let me tell you the story." Evyleen finished her glass of wine, and set the wooden cup down harder than she should've. The wooden clang echoing in the silence between them. "I was sitting here, waiting for you to come home like a good little girl. Then a knock at my door. At his hour? Who could it be? So I went to the door, and you know what is behind it?" Evyleen's gaze never wavered. "A strange man, holding my little girl, unconscious, in his arms."

Evyleen stopped, her voice snapping off like a severed fishing line.

"Do you have any idea how afraid I was? Do you have any idea what it felt like to see you laying in some strangers arms?" Evyleen approached her daughter, kneeling before her and holding Johara's face in her hands.

Hands that trembled.

"I thought you were dead Johara. And this strange man brought you back to me a corpse." She searched her daughters eyes. "What in Aro's name did you think you were doing? Going to Brody's and drinking? Did you even think of me? Did you even think of what could happen to you?' Her voice was angry, but laced with fear and concern.

She'd thought she almost lost her daughter today...it wasn't something a mother took easily.