Chayah was expecting her to talk, but all they ever did was talk talk talk.
Words, words, words.
Adelheid narrowed her eyes. No, the time for talk was over. Chayah had made it abundantly clear over the years that she did not care about withholding a large piece of identity from her children.
Instead, the reaver coiled her muscles beneath her, stronger, younger, and not out of practice like her mother- and she sprung. She was not even sure if she truly meant to hurt her mother. But her emotions controlled her. She had not been able to convey this need or convince her mother with words; actions were all that was left to her.
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If Adelheid thought that Chayah would make this easy, her daughter had another thing coming to her. They were both god-born, Adelheid's enormous size was not the advantage against Chayah that it was against others. She did have two generations of gods, though, so the daughter did slightly edge out the mother. And while Adelheid might have thought herself so high and mighty and tough for being a reaver, Chayah had plenty of fighting experience of her own.
She took the hit well, leaning into it to dampen Adelheid's momentum. She grasped the back of her daughter's neck between her jaws, an adapted grip from when Chayah had carried around an Adelheid who was but a few pounds in size. She forced her daughter to the ground, roaring the whole time, her mouth full of neck. She did not loosen her grip until Adelheid's squirming lessened.
Good. Maybe now she would be reasonable enough to try talking.
Maybe. Chayah knew very well which of her children she was dealing with.
(Kifuani wouldn't give me this s**t)