I was thinking today was being a nice day for a mother-daughter day. I remember when I was young my mother showed me the healing plants, around Diveen but it wasn’t until the day I had met Orion that I had left the lands of Diveen. It was a chance meeting one that would be with me for the rest of my life and one that changed my fate forever. I am not sure if my little Ninevah will get the same experience from this, but I think that she will at least like being away from all the boys and their willingness to knock her over. I am certain someday she will have three large brothers that will protect her. The true question will be how much protection would she actually need? She is very much the energetic and fighter, she can stand up for herself and I imagine with three brothers all much larger than her it makes since that she would be quite the little fighter someday, a great assassin like her mother of course.

I smile as I move through Diveen and into the wilds of the free lands my black tail swaying behind me jade and violet eyes looking at my only daughter as she followed behind me her white fringed tail whipping about staring ever so proudly at my child. All of them are perfect, Orifel in all his angel marks, Jaeger and his purity and strength, Hyrule with his wonderful silver tipped pelt making him shimmer so. My daughter though was my only one and likely would always be my only one. Being so… large was not how I wished to be and though I had shed my weight I feel like I am shedding too much. At first it was a blessing but now I am even more petite and slender than ever no matter how much I have Orion bring me. I was scared when it first started happening, I had so many pups and I worried I could not feed them as they needed to be, especially with three large boys. Orion was amazing though, bringing me food all the time until now.

It was part the reason to come out here. My daughter is of course very special, and she must know why it is she is. I will not have any child of mine not knowing their heritage and she is so like me. Black and pelt against the tradition of the angels I had wished when I was young to be white and red as the rest but now I had settled that I am truly just as great if not greater than those of white. I would start her with the tradition of hunting Doves, I do not expect her to catch one, not so young, but I can have her finish it off, injure its wings for my child so that she may begin to be as I am.

”Do you like to be away from your brothers, my little daughter?” I speak softly to her pausing, ”You get to learn something they have not today, for you are ready, you are special and you need to know just how special we angels of the night are.” I lick her over the top of her small head before lifting my head and searching for our quarry. I know she will enjoy this, or at least I hope she will. I didn’t mind looking at plants with my mother, but hunting I think will be more enjoyable for both of us.