It is with a simpleness, a quiet perfection that my gaze moves to rest on the blue on Yojimbo’s own, a smile most soft tracing my features as it is I offer this shared moments as he speaks so rightly of the precious thing that we share. It is being a thing most lovely, I am thinking, to look upon the children whom share our blood, to look upon those whom have come from those we have created and I am pleased, most wonderfully so that it is my Yojimbo to whom I will share grandchildren- perhaps many if Achilles is given to be as Kane and Devil and Heyel before him and poses the ability to Father many. It was Atlas whom was first to answer the call that moved like a song across Diveen, summoning those whom the blood of so many kings and queens flowed within, my violet eyes aglow with pleasure at the sight of the first to arrive, his boyish joy and pleasure given to spark within myself a love most deep and blossoming for that which is my own, reaching so readily to embrace him as he seemed to desire. My own grandchild. A boy whom represents so very much- as do his siblings. I remember still when it was my own sire had stood me at his paws, had shown me the lands of Trenus and promised to us a world…just as I had done my Achilles…just as Achilles was sure to do for his own children in time. So far I have come, so very far from a girl so small whom had chased flowers and watched the coming of fire with Yojimbo himself when I was but so very small and slight. It is a life well lived I am thinking and one of which I regret barely a moment of within it’s perfection. To have my children and now grandchildren surround myself is a beautiful thing, so very precious and to myself more privilege is awarded in that he, Yojimbo- should share this moment. I wonder so often what it is I have done to afford such privilege, to be so fortunate. Perhaps Angels do exist- perhaps they look over us still. My jaws parted to lick softly at the head of my Atlas as it was he tumbled, tail given to wave in sweetened affection in this moment for a creature whom I love so very dearly, a future leader perhaps- of Diveen itself.

“Hello to you, my sweet one, you is being most excited this day I am thinking and I is being pleased to see this. Achilles is being much as you when it was he was small and played at my paws. You is having look of your Father and grandfather and great grandfather before you.”

A love of family, I am sure- is a thing so very important, the foundation upon which Diveen has long been built and one I am hoping in time, those whom play now at my paws will come to understand. It is Paravana that comes next, soft and more silent then her brother and perhaps I am given to see….myself within this girl so young and sweet and beautiful in her youth, so much as Vega herself and yet perhaps, in some manner- as Zeivah too, a delicate softness held to her features and yet an assurance and power within her stride that spoke of the strength of her blood though her colours seem so much of…Kiska that I am given to smile most gently at this thought. It was she whom had offered her own song in return, her voice youthful and yet sweet in it’s notes, her love of home and family clear within such a song and it is with pride that I reach for her, my granddaughter, allowing her to lick at my jaw- head lowered to caress her cheek with gentle tongue and parted lips as she asks if it is we may sing together, violet eye held to her own as it is I am given to nod.

“I think we may sing together, Granddaughter.”

I moved to seat myself as it was Paravana took place between my forelegs as once Achilles and Sage and Solaris and Hadrian, Evero, Ariel, Forfax, Haziel, Shiloh, Phaedra and Calliel had done, moving until it was my granddaughter rested against my chest, safe between my limbs, warm within my embrace as I moved to lick at her ear, to smooth and stroke her fur with loving care. It was then that the last was given to arrive, a boy marked so like myself that perhaps I am given to say I am being most pleased in this, his Mark upon his spine so very like my own, a Mark that Purge had so envied, one my grandson and heir of Achilles will wear in turn. It was he, my Emil, whom lifted himself high to touch my muzzle to his own in the way of the Angel, head lowered to offer to him this respect in turn and share this gesture.

“One day, My Emil, I is being most sure it will be I whom may have to reach high for you. I is remembering this moment as the day in which I is being taller then my grandson.”

I chuckled softly, a gentle wave of air upon his fur as Yojimbo spoke once more, my own head dipped in turn, curious perhaps to hear the answers they would be given to offer in the moments before we would sing as it was they desired, offering my own thoughts now. As Queen perhaps, I am desiring to know of their thoughts, young though they maybe.

“My Grandchildren, I is liking to know, is any among you desiring one day to be King or Queen like myself? Like your and my Father before me?”

It mattered not perhaps, if they did not desire it and yet I wondered indeed, if even so young, the ambition of Angel moved within them.