weaving crossroads

White gloved paws carried the Empress over the beach of the island. She shared this place with her husband, children, and their servants. At the beginning she had felt conflicted about taking up the palace as her home but these days she was thankful. It was private and there was room for her growing children. They reached their six month milestone and she could hardly believe it. Far too soon they were going to reach the one year mark. Like they were growing so too was she. Venom was no longer a green thumb leader, she had experience beneath her and loyal support within. Her visions as a young child were realized, she was the Empress she always saw.

Those thoughts lingered in her head as she walked along the chilled beach, the sun was setting but it still made the evening warm. Vibrant colors spread across the sky as the Empress began her patrol.