She who found an infant in the middle of a blizzard and took it in, despite having little to nothing to her name, and an uncertain future ahead of her. [That's not descriptive at all.
Luckily for Mikaela, Ithaqua is too attached to her to not mention their actual relationship.]
My mother. [Adoptive, really, but who will quibble when only she loved him and raised him?
As he speaks, the twin in the red robe approaches a guard at the end of the long hallway, telling him that he will retire home for the night and that in no uncertain circumstances must he allow anyone else in or out of the bowels of the church until he, the young man in the robe resembling clergy, lifts the ban. To which the guard responds with an affirmative, calling the young man Nathaniel Norwell.
Incidentally, Nathaniel sounds exactly like Ithaqua, but more self-assured, in a louder, stronger tone because he knows everyone shall listen to him, rather than Ithaqua's usual soft murmur, a voice that implies he rarely speaks to anyone because he rarely has anyone to speak to. Nathaniel Norwell is the (soon-to-be) highest authority in this town, and Ithaqua is a ghost.
Though even if the guard makes such a promise to Norwell, the younger Ithaqua doesn't need to use the door, when he's found a way out through the back, picking his way through the streets for the Norwell family home-- whom Ithaqua and Mikaela must follow because this is Ithaqua's memory, after all. Out on the streets, the younger one straightens up enough to mimic Norwell's gait, though he can't quite school his face, leading townspeople to look worriedly at his somber expression and give him a wide berth.
The Norwell home is large. As old as any other building in town, but large and made of better material than most houses, speaking to the family's history and station. Guards are stationed outside and lanterns are lit for the night, and no one bats an eye when Ithaqua comes, demanding to be let in-- clearly they hadn't realized that their true young master had already arrived home.
With free reign in the Norwell home, Ithaqua sneaks around once more, climbing to the rooftop and peeking into each bedroom for a sign of his twin. When he finally does, a scuffle ensues with Nathaniel squawking in indignation-- though with Ithaqua's superior physical strength from living in a forest and providing for himself, and the sheer rage simmering in his blood for hours, it's an easy feat to just kill his mother's torturer with a swift slice to the neck, watching as Norwell staggers away, attempting to keep his neck intact.
Then Ithaqua turns away, wiping his hands on his clothing, to hastily snatch notes, papers, inks and a quill to write a note in his twin's script, how he killed himself.]
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Luckily for Mikaela, Ithaqua is too attached to her to not mention their actual relationship.]
My mother. [Adoptive, really, but who will quibble when only she loved him and raised him?
As he speaks, the twin in the red robe approaches a guard at the end of the long hallway, telling him that he will retire home for the night and that in no uncertain circumstances must he allow anyone else in or out of the bowels of the church until he, the young man in the robe resembling clergy, lifts the ban. To which the guard responds with an affirmative, calling the young man Nathaniel Norwell.
Incidentally, Nathaniel sounds exactly like Ithaqua, but more self-assured, in a louder, stronger tone because he knows everyone shall listen to him, rather than Ithaqua's usual soft murmur, a voice that implies he rarely speaks to anyone because he rarely has anyone to speak to. Nathaniel Norwell is the (soon-to-be) highest authority in this town, and Ithaqua is a ghost.
Though even if the guard makes such a promise to Norwell, the younger Ithaqua doesn't need to use the door, when he's found a way out through the back, picking his way through the streets for the Norwell family home-- whom Ithaqua and Mikaela must follow because this is Ithaqua's memory, after all. Out on the streets, the younger one straightens up enough to mimic Norwell's gait, though he can't quite school his face, leading townspeople to look worriedly at his somber expression and give him a wide berth.
The Norwell home is large. As old as any other building in town, but large and made of better material than most houses, speaking to the family's history and station. Guards are stationed outside and lanterns are lit for the night, and no one bats an eye when Ithaqua comes, demanding to be let in-- clearly they hadn't realized that their true young master had already arrived home.
With free reign in the Norwell home, Ithaqua sneaks around once more, climbing to the rooftop and peeking into each bedroom for a sign of his twin. When he finally does, a scuffle ensues with Nathaniel squawking in indignation-- though with Ithaqua's superior physical strength from living in a forest and providing for himself, and the sheer rage simmering in his blood for hours, it's an easy feat to just kill his mother's torturer with a swift slice to the neck, watching as Norwell staggers away, attempting to keep his neck intact.
Then Ithaqua turns away, wiping his hands on his clothing, to hastily snatch notes, papers, inks and a quill to write a note in his twin's script, how he killed himself.]