So many things had happened before her eyes that she did not know the difference between right and wrong anymore, she only knew that anything Artemis deemed worthy of their time, was. She hadn't imagined becoming a puppet for another being to toy with, but when it came to Artemis she couldn't help herself. She loved the woman, despite the way Artemis went about their relationship. She hadn't done anything to spite the tyrant queen, but her paramour had done plenty to turn the carmine beauty away. She had mated with a stranger before laying a sensual paw on her body, she had a litter of her own pups, and had even gouged the eyes out of ones sockets in spite of her hatred toward her father. Hell, she had even mercilessly killed innocent wolves because of her sick desires. Fiamette had every reason to turn away from the queen and run- but she couldn't. She loved Artemis despite the hell she would endure with the woman, because she knew if she ever needed assistance, it would be Artemis at her side. Not even her siblings could promise her that. Her mind is brewing with these thoughts when she awakes, volcanic orbs snapping open to lazily fall upon the pale form of Artemis. Her paramour is still asleep, and a small smile curves the corners of her lips as she looks down at the little black form pressed against Artemis. Although she wished the queen would have gone about getting pregnant differently, she already loved Ody with all her heart. Slowly she stretches out her legs, and her jaws part as she yawns loudly (intentionally to wake up Artemis). She has already decided that today will be the day she tries to take their relationship to the next level. "Artemis.." She whispers to the deity, her voice low and soft as she doesn't want to wake Ody up. She attempts to nudge Artemis gently with her nose to speed the process up.   "Fiamette," "Artemis"

ooc; short, sorry! <3

pallid lashes flutter to unveil a singular violet eye as her carmine beauty’s yawn infiltrates the tranquil silence of their cavern’s interior, successfully extracting the tyrant from her light slumber as had been the empress’ intention. however, the deity is unaware of the nymph’s desire to converse, and thus, shifts in the slightest, coiling her rugged form further about the developing body of her son -- her little titan. yet her solace is short-lived as her scarlet consort murmurs in an attempt to ensnare her attention, forcing the deity to unravel herself from odysseus’ proximities as her skull ascends and rotates in the direction of fiamette. roused, concern abruptly flares within her chest cavity as she ponders the reason for the nymph’s urgency, fixating her celestial gaze unwaveringly from the woman’s own sanguine, curiosity evidently piqued. “fia?” is the hushed query that streams from the tyrant’s lips, retaining a vaguely perturbed tone in an attempt to goad the empress into explanation.

Artemis shifts her position slightly as  the carmine nymph yawns loudly, and although for a second it seems like Artemis will be getting up, she doesn't. Fia's lips crease into a frown as she murmurs the babes name and attempts to nudge the woman. Finally her attempts at waking Artemis up are successful, and the ivory babe uncoils herself around her child and murmurs her nickname for Fiamette. Ebony dipped tail wags slowly behind her as she aims to lean in and lick the deity gently wherever her toungue should manage to fall. It is a good morning kiss. "Good morning Art." The babe whispers, her voice low and quiet as she doesn't want to wake little Ody up. If she did, they wouldn't be alone like she wanted them to be.  Her skull turns toward the opening of the den, where the faintest shred of sunlight is infiltrating the small passageway to the outside world.  She stares out the opening for a few seconds before turning her skull back toward Artemis, her volcanic orbs aiming to fixate upon the queen's beautiful stare. "Will you... ummm..." A hesitant pause. "Will you go on a walk with me before Ody wakes up? We could patrol the border or something..." Her tone of voice remains very quiet as she whispers her request, her eyebrows furring atop her eyes as she gives Artemis a hopeful expression. She so desperatly wants some alone time with her paramour, so they can establish what was really going on between them. Fiamette needed to know for sure what was going on with their relationship, she was tired of guessing and hoping Artemis felt the same feelings she did.  "Speech"