mother knows best

Deathbelle's arrival was as anxiety-wracking as the pup expected, and her heart sped in response. The Empress settled beside her, and Pestilence's head lowered further in shame. No words came - to Pesto's surprise - and she got the courage to look up at her mother expectantly. She was not watching Pesto, not staring down at her with a glare like the pup had expected. It only further drove home how disappointed and angry Deathbelle was, and Pestilence gave a soft sad sigh in response.

Patience was not her strong suit, and although she was not exactly excited to know what awaited her she struggled still with the silence. Her paw moved absently against the ground, her claw drawing circles as she waited. The shape looked bare to see, and Pestilence's heart lurched as she thought upon the sigil she'd worked with her family to perfect. To display her heritage and the things she valued. Blinking back burning tears, the girl etched in the remaining symbols to complete the mark. To her it wasn't a sign of Abraxas, or Abraxas-Klein, or her father. It was Pesto and everything that made her who she was. She wanted the comfort of the sigil with her through her mother's wrath.

After a few very long minutes, the pup cleared her throat and swallowed. Lavender gaze peered up hesitantly at her mother's stoic form, unsure what to say.