Blackfeather Woods my sun and stars

Of course she was right. While she understood Damien's hesitance — the age difference being a factor in the reluctance to accept — Nemesis's head was in the right place. It only seemed logical, inevitable even, for their lines to finally cross. She did not expect the attraction to be an immediate feeling, but a developing bond cultured to the desired outcome. Astrid would need guidance, and when she outgrew her mother, Damien would become the part of her life she could feel something other than familial affection for. It did not occur to her that the girl might have different ideas; it did not matter. Children did as their parents commanded, and in the grander aspect, this was a blessing instead of a birth right. The girl would come to understand, and take her place beside Damien's side when the timing called for it. Until then, she would make sure that their relationship did not progress in an unwanted way, nor at an unprecedented rate. "Good,"

With that, the matter was put to rest and tucked away for a later date. It would not be for some while that they would need to revisit the topic, and for the sake of all involved, she remained silent. However, the matter of middle names had never occured to her, much less, it's origin nor dedication to the Night Mother. "They will," Her eyes ran over each that were present. "What do you have in mind?" She did not particularily care for what he chose, nor did she have any ideas of her own. Trully, she had not embraced the Daedric culture as her own, greek having domintated the majority of her life. It was the idea that her children embrace the home they were born to with everything they had that approved of this concept and that alone.