{ Angels are Bright Still }

I was nervous to ask these things of my mate. I did not so much fear what it was he would answer with, after all, I know already that if such a thing that I desire is within the power of my Kane to grant- he will do it. He is my mate, the one I have chosen and my devotion to him is no less than his own to myself. He need only ask of me in this world and I shall seek to have it done. There is much I want, there is much I wish to achieve and so much I must do if I want to be remembered as more than a daughter of the Angel King. I wish to be remembered for me, for the things my Kane and I will do and to have small ones is one of those things. Why I am so nervous I cannot say, perhaps I fear he will not want young ones so soon and perhaps I am not ready just yet myself. These are not questions I am knowing how to answer, but I do know that I wish to lead, that it is my destiny and goal within this life to be as my Mother and Father, to guide those who live with me, to prove to myself that I can do great things and to leave my own mark in this world, something greater and more potent then the touch of Angels on my spine. I have wondered sometimes, as I have been given to age, why it is that some are great and others are not, why it is that some are remembered for being as they were, not Kings or Queens, but healers or hunters or warriors. They did not lead great armies or rule great empires and yet they are remembered for who they were while even some rulers are forgotten. How does one be great? Perhaps one day I would look back upon this moment, upon such thoughts within my mind, and laugh.

I had so very many thoughts after all and yet my thoughts of small ones had grown and changed. I had not thought of such things when I was small, I had not truly thought of them even when the air became cold on the winter of my fourth year. I had thought of other things, desired differently and I had not gone to my Kane that winter. The time was not right, I was not ready. I would now, Mother said, when the time was most right. Zeivah had known well before and indeed it makes me smile to think upon a memory such as this, of my Mother and Father. It was known most well that Heyel did not like children. He had lived near ten years without fathering a child (of legitimate blood anyway) and he had no desire for young ones when he took his throne upon Trenus. But he had sworn a vow to my Mother, to give her all she would ever desire and he could not break his word upon such a thing, nor could he truly withstand her pestering, as he had told me later. He has never said as such, but I do not believe he regrets our creation. He cannot, he had so many of us and all because Mother knew the time was right. I would know she said and I hoped indeed that I would. Heyel I had spoken to only once of this and he had answered as any King would, he had told me that any Kingdom must have an heir and left such words to fall silent. I am thinking that I liked my Mother�s words a little more. Never would I forget her, never.

I laughed softly at the words of my Kane as he lifted himself to his paws those moments before. I had not been fooled by his sleeping ruse, it was a game he played often and one I had grown used to winning as I stepped lightly away from him, telling him so easily and with words so soft that I was girl and girl knows very well how to make boy do as she pleases. I had not gone so very far when Kane spoke once more, lips pulling into a smile so delicate and violet eyes held with gentle ease upon his face as he spoke of my beauty. Perhaps I am a little vain, but I am girl and girl likes to hear that she is pretty and never would I be a child of Heyel if I did not like to hear such things. Though indeed I was not liking his last words. My lips twisted into a scowl that was not the prettiest.

�I am not liking that grin my Kane. Perhaps it is you who will grow...how you say...wrinkled, before I do and I shall be leaving you behind.�

I grinned easily myself, turning away from him once more as my thick tail brushed against his ebony side, walking a few paces until he came to my side. He would not leave me, this I knew, he was my mate and mates did not leave each other. I spoke once more, his smirk so much like Devils own I was surprised once more. I had missed my Uncle very much these past years and perhaps when Kane and I had spoken of all that need be said I would seek to find him once more. Paws fell softly against the earth as we strode onwards, my head dipping in a nod to his words as he lent into the touch of my caress before I spoke to him of the small ones and my nervousness grew once more. I would remember this moment in years to come, the day my mate and I spoke of children and perhaps, one day, when pups chewed at my ears and tail and Heyel gave parenting advice I was not so sure was safe or even useful I would smile and think indeed that never did I truly understand what I was asking for. Kane�s smile grew wide, my tail waving a moment in response to a reaction so pleasing. I could not help but yip at his words, to spring forth and twirl about him as I had not done since I was a child so small. I was excited and I was young and strong and healthy and the world had become a grand place once more as I laughed so girlish and light. Yes, a home and small ones so smart and lovely. I paused once more, turning to face my Kane and press my muzzle against his own before leaning in to lick at his cheek.

�Your blood also my Kane, as it should be. But there is being one more thing I must ask-�

I spoke softly, smoothly, barely more than a whisper.

�When we have small ones of our own, I wish most of all to name one after my Father, does this please you? Heyel Junior. This I am liking.�

My voice remained honest and calm, eyes level with the sun and sky of his own as I turned away, moving no more than a stride from the ebony of his frame before I turned to look softly over my snowy shoulder, pelt dappled within the sun from the canopy above, violet eyes alight with teasing wickedness.

�But I was liking it most when Heyel told me about asking you already....�

I laughed teasingly, my own smirk swinging so prettily and daringly across my lips before I turned to sprint away, laughing as I did at my own joke. Father had told me, some years later about the day Kane had come to ask him for his blessing, he had told me of the joke he played, of how my Kane had not understood this jest and had been so serious, so polite. I did not mean to tease him, but I am born of blood that likes to jest. I sprinted into the trees, my Kane is the strongest of all males I am sure, but he is not so swift as me. I sprung lightly and easily, leaping and racing across the earth until I leapt upon a log, sitting tall and delicate, my tail looped around my paws to wait for him, grinning as he caught up.

�To slow my Kane, to slow, but we must be speaking of things more serious once more. Let us walk again. I wish to speak of the pack lands that have been found, the one of rivers, the one of caves and the one of ravine and plateau. Which one are you liking most? We must choose one for us, one to make our own.�

5 Years || Heyel X Zeivah || Mate of Kane || Soul of Finley

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