A glimpse into Mota's life
Mota had been watching her for some time. The soft sounds of her singing was enough to make Mota sneer. Stepping out from the shadows of the trees, Mota clapped her hands slowly, “I do remember that song well from when we were little.â€Poe turned, looking startled as she turned to gaze upon Mota. Poe could feel her ears wilting against her own wishes, her voice soft, “Mota.â€
The elder sister grinned, sauntering closer as her tail swayed. Stopping in front of Poe, Mota placed a hand on her hip and eyed her younger sister up down, “You are letting your hair grow out….and these new robes?†Mota reached out to touch the robes, Poe pulling back just before she could.
“What do you want? This is a sacred place and your presence is not wanted.†Poe attempted to say it with as much dignity and kindness that she could muster.
Mota laughed lightly, waving her off as she started to pace around Poe, looking her over. “You know why I am here. Just give us back what belongs to our family and I will let you be.†Mota pauses, her smirk widening, “Oh….and that boy of yours. He will be my new pet.â€
Poe’s growl was low, “You leave Ry alone. I swear if you touch him…â€
Mota grinned, shrugging lightly, “You are inferior in every way. You know if I claim him there is nothing you can do about it.†Mota tapped her chin thoughtfully, “I actually got to spend some time with him recently, at the Bismark. A few of your crew members as well. There is this luscious Laura…I can imagine all the fun things I can do with her, make her purr…have you noticed how beautiful her thighs are?â€
Poe’s eyes widened, “You leave them alone. If you hurt any of them, I will….I will hunt you down.â€
Mota sneered, “And do what? Oh…your Elezen crew member, he is a fiery one. Strong too. Not to my tastes, but you have always had a soft spot for the broken.â€
Poe looked away, swallowing before speaking, “He is not broken. He is stronger than you could imagine.â€
Mota raised a brow, her confident smirk returning to her face, “As I said. Now give me back the Willow wood and Ryillin and this will all go away.â€
Poe shook her head, “I don’t want to have to fight you, but I will. You have no idea what you would be facing.†With some restrained anger, Poe raised her hand, murmuring softly as a steady wind started to swirl around them. Suddenly the foliage from the plants around them started to grow, long vines extending as they drove up from the ground, wrapping around Mota’s ankles and pinning her hands to her side. The look of surprise on Mota’s face was worth it. Poe stepped closer to her elder sister, gaze steady, “You will not hurt a single one of them. I promise you that.â€
Mota did her best to hide her shock, “So you have become a Mender…interesting.†Mota looked over her sister’s robes, “And these threads have a power as well.†Poe could see the calculating look, deciding to not answer any of the comments. Dropping her hand, the vines slowly withdrew and curled back into the softened earth. Mota almost breathed a sigh of relief, grinning at Poe.
“You aren’t a fighter…you will lose this battle.â€
Poe took a slow, deep breath, “Go back home. Tell Sula to leave me and those I care about alone…or I will be forced to take action.â€
Mota smirked, backing away from the clearing, her voice sing-songy, “I will take what I want…â€
Poe closed her eyes, preparing to blast Mota with another gust of wind, but when she opened her eyes, her sister was gone.
