- for enderly -

She was growing, growing, growing. Like a weed. A beautiful, ebony and golden speckled weed.

What would her mother think of her now? Surely she would be just as enamored as she had always been. And her father? Who knew. The last that mother had spoken of him there weren't exactly any pleasant words. What could have happened between the two of them would always be a mystery to the plague daughter of only one year. It had been apparent that Naamah was hurt and conflicted - though the young Sanguine knew nothing of such troubles - and it eventually drove the devil woman to leaving Moladion once and for all.

Sanguine did her best to try and follow Naamah away from Moladion but she never got far enough to get away with it and was quickly returned with a scolding and the most serious threat she had ever witnessed to come from her mother's lips. It had hurt Sanguine, this Naamah knew, but it was for the better. Moladion, whether she knew it yet or not, was a finer place for the girl to remain and to be with her father by blood.

With a heavy heart she had made it back to the grotto unscathed and quickly scuttled into the comforting depths as the pounding of thunder rolled over head. Whimpers slipped through her maw as she weaved her way back to the original den, the scents of all of her family now stagnant in the area. She was alone and the winter months would soon be wrapping their icy hands around her.

Born of great blood and yet she has never felt so insignificant.

plague daughter // naamah x enderly // one