Garden song

It was no surprise her family was faring well in this strange plague - at least this one family member. The Adravendi were known for being... not cautious persay, but careful, self-preserving. Epiphron was happy to see that trait had persisted long past her death. Something that looked like amusement flickered over her pale features at his introduction. Even if she had not become a legend as she'd once hoped, at least her dear father had; he deserved it if no one else had. "Cairo was the name of my father," she explained, though she was certain he already knew that. "You look a lot like him." Mostly she was just glad to hear the sound of her own voice, uncertain how much longer she'd be this.. present. She'd take advantage of it while she could.

She knew it wouldn't be forever, though she was sure she wouldn't want to stay here for that long anyway. She'd lived more than enough life to know what it entailed - she'd known pain and pleasure, she'd known love and heartache and betrayal. None of it was anything she wanted to relive, though she often longed for the more simple things now. The feeling of sunlight on her back; the chill of an autumn morning. The feeling of her children was one she'd missed the most, those warm noses burying deep in her neck to soak up the warmth of a cold night. She thought of them more often than anything, though she'd reunited with them all now in the afterlife it was a different experience entirely than what it'd been like in this world. "Is this place called Valhalla still?" Knowing her family it would be, unless something drastic had changed.