weaving crossroads

As Venom walked she noticed something else, it was hard to mistake the sound of her child crying. As soon as the Empress saw her daughter she rushed to her, helping to close the distance between them so she could comfort her little princess. Venom wrapped white cloves arms around Ikigai’s shoulders, holding her to her chest and mumbling softly as she tried to soothe the girl while she cried to her.

”Shh… Iki. It’s alright.” She cooed as the young girl spoke her fears. She had recently been through the three sermons, the same as she had received as a young girl from her father. ”Our family isn’t cursed, or damned.” She reassured her, rocking slightly while petting the soft fur at her neck. Venom kissed her forehead and held her tight.