Black Morass star

ione's lips curved faintly, a knowing smile that was both soothing and commanding. she reached out, her touch light and deliberate, as though marking her starling for the path ahead.

you will be mother, too, she said softly, her voice a low hymn that carried weight despite its gentleness. a disciple under my watch, a guide to those who seek the celestial mothers’ favor.

her gaze lingered on genevieve, as if she could already see the transformation, the growth that would come. they will whisper of you as they do of all who serve with devotion. a keeper of light, a seeker of truth. the name will find you, as the mothers will.