Blackfeather Woods Beneath the red scarf and a chapeaux

She smiled at the child with both empathy and understanding. How many moons ago was it that she had still called Nemesis "mother"? Far too many, she decided, but it bothered her no more. She had Kove for every parenting need she could ask for, which weren't that many. Besides, she was nearing adulthood. I am sorry, I should have been more careful with my words. She excused herself, her tone meant and truthful. My mother disowned me when I was not much older than you are now. She didn't recall who disowned who again, but it mattered little now did it? Nemesis was long gone and there was no way for Nyx to ever restore their bond.

Nyx chuckled - a foreign sound, one she did not make very often. Perhaps the child had put her in a good mood, or perhaps it was because of the weight that had been lifted off her shoulders with her title and lover being gone now. She felt free. It is Cassiopeia, is it not? She questioned with a knowing smirk. How could it be anyone else? The girl had been the first one Nyx had ever seen that shared her speckled appearance. And if it wasn't, she would be in for quite the surprise.