Oh how very entertaining it was to watch that black pelted boy tramp up and down Diveen all day in search of whatever ridiculous food my daughter had dreamt up. I suppose, truly, I shouldn’t laugh at the boy, after all- I had been much the same slave to Zeivah’s desires and Zen in turn although in truth I hardly remember Zen being so demanding, as for my Zev, well, she had been determined to throw herself off cliffs in the wake of her pregnancy so truly I feel that perhaps a little food fetching is hardly something to complain too much about. Either way, it amused me, the violet of my gaze lingering upon her mate, imprint, lover- whatever word you wanted to find for it as he came across the packlands yet again with a goose in his mouth. Goose? Really? Angels are eaters of dove’s not….long necked ducks. For now I merely resolved myself to simply letting the boy be, assured Neveah, if anyone, would inform him of his mistake before I finally decided to lift myself upward and head down and towards the their den myself, curious to see the condition of my child for myself and perhaps to direct some of the agitation away from Orion.

After all, I can be nice when I try and really I don’t dislike the boy so entirely. I am rather displeased he is black and live in eternal fear I shall be given three black grandchildren although I suppose if that is the worst to occur from this then so be it. It still makes me grumble though. I pressed onward and across the land, urging my aged limbs into a lope that came easy enough today, despite the winter’s chill, paws slowing once more as it was I reached the den itself, Orion laying down his gift as I lingered outside, merely waiting for my presence to be properly acknowledged. What? Once a King always a King, is there a reason they shouldn’t still bow to me? Is there a reason I should not be looked upon with awe and wonder? In fact I am entirely sure the look on my son-in-law’s face is seriously lacking in wonder and yet I suppose for today I can allow it to slide, the boy seems rather focused upon his task of feeding his mate regardless and I suppose that is a useful endeavour.

The violet of my gaze moved to drift past the black pelted boy and towards my own child, capable of capturing a glimpse within the confines of the den, her swollen sides evident even from here, the girl either carrying one very large child- or numerous offspring. The smallest of knowing smiles merely danced upon my lips as I seated myself, head dipping in greeting to Orion before I merely waited for Neveah to emerge, the girl no doubt uncomfortable now, as all the mothers of my children have been at such a point, as Isola too, complained of being. I merely take delight in how much my Neveah reminds me of….myself in such a moment, those tendrils of my personality so entirely clear within her now and truly I find that something to be entirely prideful about. I will also be sure to inform Zen of her daughters health should she not see her today, Zen having found himself most distressed over not et having seen our only daughter or known of her pregnancy, my attention turned to Orion now as I waited for Neveah to make her way out from the den.

“Tell me, Orion, have you thought of any names for my grandchildren yet?”


Yes. My grandchildren. Not his children. I suppose he would have some claim over them as their father and yet really I an entirely assured out of anyone present that it is myself whom shall enjoy them the most. Maybe I haven’t raised a child in a while, but I hardly see how that is relevant- the children shall need a favourite relative and I fail to see why that cannot be me, they shall need me to teach them all the things their father cannot and their mother will not. How I do so look forward to meeting these ones….

“Surely you will be observing our custom of naming them with traditional Angel or Latin names.”

It would be…ideal, let us say and yet not wholly necessary to do so, my lip merely quirking slightly as I became content to tease at the boy once more, merely to see if he was still so easy to toy with even despite the fact I am assured I shouldn’t.

“I, personally, like the name Leyeh, or perhaps Hayyel- have you considered those?”

Now what could possibly be wrong with those?



h e y e l
The Original Angel