you made me want to be a saint.

*Epiphron* · 08-20-2013, 02:09 PM

Epiphron

Despite her exhaustion, she was overwhelmed with joy. It was written plainly upon her tired features, a smile turning the corners of her lips up dramatically. It surprised her to see other faces, answering her call. A rather young girl bounded forward, wrapped in a pelt of white. Perhaps one of the new children Chrysanthe had briefly mentioned? Blue eyes followed the girl as she approached, asking rather suddenly why her belly was so big. Epiphron laughed softly at the youngster's pride. She reminded her very much of herself at that age. "I'll be having babies soon," she explained simply. The girl seemed confused at Chrysanthe calling her sister -- the Seracian Queen watched with laughter in her eyes as she questioned her aunt.

Before Chrysanthe was able to respond, Azalea had entered the scene. How lazy she felt, lying there on her side while the female gathering stood about her, but she didn't entirely mind. "Thank you," she responded to her congratulations with a gentle grin. Luckily, as she readjusted her gaze to the little white girl, Chrysanthe explained that Soleil and Collision had given birth to two more girls. Ah, so Azalea's sister? Her smile grew and she watched the young girl fondly. She had been hesitant about becoming a mother, but seeing a youngster roam about was enough to get her excited about it even more. "Or perhaps you can hold off until fall comes, so you can meet your future nieces and nephews," she suggested with a nuzzle, leaning to her sister -- she knew it wasn't often she could leave Valhalla for days, and it would be best left to a date when she was more mobile, as well as when her children were born.

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