Young wounds

Thalia was glad that her daughter Astaroth had chosen to join her on her scouting mission. She thought it most likely that it would prove to be uneventful; if anything, it'd be a good lesson for the young girl. There was so much for her to learn and Thalia often feared her own mortality would cut short her mission to teach her children everything. They knew of their god Abraxas, but there was so much left to really understand.

Watching her daughter scramble behind her, the older woman slowed to pace to allow her a moment to catch up. "It's hard to say for sure," she started. Her children absorbed so much of what she and Theory taught them that she had to often think carefully before speaking, not wanting her teach them something incorrectly, or her words to be misconstrued. "But I believe it's a sign from Abraxas. I think He is angry- about what, I don't know yet," she mused thoughtfully.

He wasn't angry with her own family, she knew that deep in her soul. Her children were a sign that she had slid back into His good graces. Her debt to Him from so long ago now paid. When she thought of her stillborn son, all she felt was joy. "What do you think might anger Abraxas?" She asked, tilting her head curiously toward Astaroth. It wasn't a trick question, but a genuine one- she wished to probe her growing daughter's brain.