Esther
Mirian Trunth, Grand Stead

She smiled as she felt her mother's hand flow through her hair. She grabbed her hand and walked with her, never straying a single inch from her. 

"I know, mother..." She leaned her head against her arm. "You're getting rid of evil, evil men... And that's it." She huffed. "Why not, mother? Why can't you kill him?" She questioned as she looked up to her. She thought she meant she was physically unable to kill him, that she was saying she wasn't strong enough to kill him. She knew that wasn't true. Tanyth was a superhero in Mirian's eyes. No, she was more than a superhero.
George
Tanyth Carven, Grand Stead

"He is a Priest. If I kill him without the consent of the local lord I could be put to death. As such, we must see if anyone at the keep can get me an audience with the King or Lord." She explained simply, managing to contain the giddiness that always came when Mirian called her by a maternal title. She was loving this whole mother thing; the adoration, the titles, the way Mirian curled into her when they settled in to sleep. 

She loved it all, a beacon of light amid the darkness of her life. "Perhaps they will understand what I need and why, perhaps there is another way. I cannot say with certainty, Mirian, perhaps he no longer deserves death... Despite what he did."
Esther
Mirian Trunth, Grand Stead

"But... He hurt you, didn't he? He deserves worse than death for doing that..." She mumbled the last bit. She loved Tanyth, and would gladly put herself in danger's way for her. Even though she knew Tanyth wouldn't want her to. 

"Well, I'm sure it will work out anyhow... Whether you decide to kill him or not." She gripped her mother's hand a bit tighter, trying to comfort her a bit.
George
Tanyth Carven, Grand Stead

"He... Yes he hurt me badly, many many times. But we've got to do it right or they'll take everything from us." She explained calmly as she stopped in front of the temple, she glared hatefully at it and gripped her hand a little tighter, "I need to," She ran a hand into her short blonde hair eyes looking angry and confused, "To... Oh damn it all," She pulled Mirian away and headed straoght for the City's keep; the lord of the hold could give her what she wanted... Likely for something in return.