Blackwater Islands mother

Pelagius preened beneath the praise, happily allowing it to rest in his chest. He ducked down to aim a few licks at the underside of his mother’s chin like a child.

That is what I strive for. It was what he had created Godsthrone for, to one day show his mother what he had made, the people he had swayed to his cause.

It was alright. She would handle them in his absence, until such a time as she would come with them to him again.