Black Morass armageddon

and in this moment her world expanded. she was not servant or handmaid. she was a disciple, a budding priest at the side of holiness.

solentia. nyxara.

celestial mothers who guided their children. and she? she must be a child. their little star who dreamed of the radiant sun and the warmth of its hold. one day might she be so bright to be compared to the sun, to speak with such shine as the reverend mother did. it was not power she sought from this though. only knowledge, only belonging.

daughters on a path. a higher purpose than feral animals that fought through the lands. there was more to life than just that.

i will always crave more words of them and the existence lived on their path. she held some sense of sheepishness when she said this now. a chin tucked slightly and gaze lingering off towards the side. would there be an eternity to learn from your side, reverend mother?