Say it ain't so

Thankfully, Recluse didn’t ask more of her than her tolerance of the new little bundles-to-be growing in her stomach. She even assured her that she didn’t even like her own half-siblings, to which Kali gave a grin. Of course her mother would understand, she always did. The girl liked to think of her and her mother as two peas in a pod, wolves that were two sides of the same leaf. Really, that was just her ego telling her that she could be just as great at the matriarch, but it didn’t mean it wouldn’t possibly someday come true. It especially helped when the Seraphim told her to set an example of a worthy heir. If there was ever a way to inflate her already massive ego, it was those words right there. The girl stood a little straighter, her bi-colored gaze sparkling with a little more gusto, and she gave her mother a gentle nudge with her shoulder. “Well duh, who else is going to do it? Wendigo would burn them alive before he could teach them anything useful anyways,” she retorted, reminiscing on her firebug brother with anything other than fondness.

She watched her mother blink angrily at the sky, knowing that the woman suffered from light blindness. Kali was sure her own cherry eye would get there once she got older, but for that moment she was blessed with perfect vision. She laughed at her mother’s words, batting away another set of nosy fireflies that danced a little too close for her taste. “Surely it wouldn’t end without your permission,” she teased, though a part of her really wondered if Recluse was right and this was the beginning of the end times. What a sucky way to enter her first official year of life.