it's in your blood and it's in your making

It was easy to relax against the huge Warlord and trust that everything was going to be okay. He’d almost always been there for her when she thought she was at her lowest. Through childhood and adolescence they;d only been separated when she thought he’d died protecting her. She knew she would have him until the end.

Deathbelle smiled softly as he spoke and she was heartened by his words. When the Armada was doing well it meant the Empire was doing well. A soft sigh filtered through her lips as he mentioned his own young growing up quickly. ”Time moves too fast.” She offered softly. Her time with Archon had flown by, her time with her babies seemed like an instant. Both litters. They all grew too fast.

”Mine are growing up and leaving.” She told him sadly, though with how they felt about her she was surprised she’d kept them so long. ”I worry for my youngest.”