Chosen Of Vahl
Two meters separated them, until Isolda came to a stop just shy of the tip of Daella's outstretched saber.
[SIZE=10pt]" Sith?" [/SIZE] she repeated, mulling over the word. [SIZE=10pt]" No, while I do admit I am a Chosen of Bogan, the term 'Sith' is of no real importance here." [/SIZE]she added,[SIZE=10pt] "My visions are real. Truth. What I see shall come to pass." [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]"You've come far since your time on Balmorra. I knew you would. You are a survivor. A true testament to your linage." [/SIZE]her chin rose, revealing a patrician nose, her expression undeniably proud -- of her.
That is when Moira slowly lifted her hand to pull back the black cowl from her face, revealing the mirror like eyes of the Oracle, with hair the same gossamer blonde as Daella's own.
[SIZE=10pt]"But you would not remember this... you were only a babe, " [/SIZE]there was a softness in her eyes, affection seemingly bathing her expression along with the pride, with remembrance. Her eyes sweeping over Daella as if to regard her into memory, as if finally seeing a ghost of a vision turn into a tangible reality.
[SIZE=10pt]"... but a mother never forgets." [/SIZE]