Can You Crochet?

Venom’s head was filled with thoughts of how much she had been slacking with her training since meeting up with her sister Pestilence. The other girl had cast away her desire for the throne, but Venom was still disgruntled at how close their fight had been. She was supposed to be the best of their siblings but she felt like she was falling short. She wasn’t doing her father proud.

The white gloved yearling stalked over the hallowed ground that wass the shrine, it never failed to bring thoughts of her father to her mind. The thin bodied girl made her way over the borders, patrolling being one of the easiest of her tasks. Lavender and rose eyes would fall on the form of a smaller woman, sitting on the other side of the border in the Armada’s lands. Curiously the Crown Princess ventured closer.

”Hello.” She offered with a slight tilt of her proudly held head. Who was this woman to the Empire?