Of memories of ashes

Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence that both fathers of her children had gifted her a young woman as a present during her pregnancy. Zee was the first of these, from Archon, and it felt like years had passed since the moment she met the woman. So much had happened since those first few days together.

”A girl named Daedra.” She offered with her sweet voice, she’d become quite fond of the dark furred she wolf. She was good at her duties, was pleasant to look at, and wasn’t going to go get married to the man that she loved. ”Hannibal gave her to me.” She explained further, ”She’s lovely but I still miss Zee.” Ah simpler times. ”Why’d you have to steal her from me?” Oh what a twist, when she had once believed it to be Zee that stole away Sirius.