mother knows best

Her daughter remained silent as Belle reclined softly and let her thoughts roll tumultuously through her mind. What did she say, what did she do? Why had Pesto behaved that way and how in the world could she curb it or point her in a different direction. It was easy to explode, to yell and scream and drive her point home with violence. Mostly Deathbelle wanted her daughter to understand that she wanted better for her. Pestilence was born of two incredible lines and her potential was without end. How could she reach that greatness when she couldn’t follow her mother’s laws or even worse, that she was lying about her family?

Deathbelle let her features fall to Pesto as she scratched the runes into the earth. She didn’t know what was going through her mind, but maybe she understood better than she was letting on. ”Why, Pestilence?” She asked quietly, all of the anger and disappointment was gone. All that remained was the hurt her daughter caused her. How could she say that her father had purposely fell victim to the volcano. The suggestion that Deathbelle was capable of killing her beloved husband made her sick.