Cerulean Cape a world within a world

something in sobeille pinged as esme spoke of bear-gods. her own family’s history was wrapped around bears like vines to a tree, or viscera to bone. bears had a strange way of reappearing, inviting themselves into each generation like malevolent house guests.

she took her time considering Esme’s view point. one thing that excited her when she spoke to strangers was the opportunity to be presented with an altogether different outlook; it was as tantalizing as it was refreshing, and sometimes vaguely threatening to her own impressions of the world.

as for kings, sobeille had no use for them. but a god — a god could be used for considerable greatness. many terrible things had been unleashed upon the world, all for the sake of god’s vision.

what about queens? she asked innocently enough, gaze panning over esme’s ashen features. she found she liked the way esme’s face was assembled; the generous stop to her muzzle, the slant of her eyes. it all came together to present a harmonious picture. a val is this annoying guy in my pack. she left out the important detail that he was her sire; there was no use for fathers in sapphique’s storied landscape of history. what is your maman like?