scarletwanda (scarletwanda) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-06-03 09:23:00 |
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Change will come...
Who: Wanda, Pietro, Mia at the start.
When: Wednesday June 3rd. Morning. Vacation Day
Where: Pietro’s cell then Transia 29 years in the past.
What: Wanda and Pietro meet their mother.
As soon as she was awake, Wanda went straight to her brother’s room, though she gave him no explanation for her sudden appearance. In truth, she’d had a nightmare, the details of which were already becoming hazy, and she just felt like company. She remembered little about her dream, except that it had taken place in Transia- the land of her birth in the Balkans. Now she sat in a chair in Pietro’s room, mulling through distant memories of a freezing place. As was usually the case whenever she thought of Transia, her thoughts turned to her birth mother.
It was strange, Wanda mused, that she rarely wondered about their real father but often thought about their real mother. Perhaps it was just harder to imagine abandonment at the hands of a mother than at the hands of a father. She had always suspected that the woman must have died soon after their birth, though Django had never been able to confirm this. All he knew of their parents was that they were not Transian and that their mother had only arrived at Wundagore on the day she gave birth- that was all Bova told Marya and Django when she gave the twins over to them. Bova was also a mystery; she was apparently a cow woman- a concept that was slightly difficult for Wanda to fathom- created by someone called the High Evolutionary on Mount Wundagore where the twins were born.
While Wanda thought of her mother she felt a deep sadness that she had never met the woman. It must have been terrible for her, Wanda imagined, a stranger in the cold climes of Transia in the midst of winter. The frozen Balkans were not an easy environment for outsiders to endure, and for their mother it must have been a difficult journey to Wundagore. Wanda wished, foolishly she knew, that she could have seen her mother, helped her somehow. But we can’t change the past she thought and gave a wistful sigh.