I am aware of all my children, and I am aware that two of my children were to be tested in ways others were not. It is a bit unconventional, but I desire to know what exactly strength is...and how far it can go. Yes, it is a risk of sorts, and I have always sensed the displeasure it has caused with my older children who resided in Glorall. I do not think Anselm even knows of them yet- their legs and eyes would have been removed by now had he known.

But Ayal? I know her discontent, but she has yet to question it. She is stubborn in many ways, and independent. She is perfection, more so probably than any other of my children as she is a reflection of myself. She is almost my exact copy, which I so desired. I willed her to be the way that she is, and I do not blame her for what discontent she may feel. I am not completely sure of it- it is simply a sense and knowing my daughter.

It is my daughter who comes to me on this cold night, with the ocean stretching before us. She sits silently besides me, my own eyes not looking towards her quite yet as she acknowledges me. She knows I will not respond to her until there is good cause or reason. My daughter knows how the world works as my orange eyes with spots of blue illuminated in the moon watch the waves as they crash against the shore. My daughter speaks then, a simple question of why at first that my ear barely even flicks to.

I know what it is that she speaks about before she explains, but she does grace me with the lullaby of her voice to compliment the sound of the ocean ahead of us. She asks of the ones born from me- and she dare to question them. She does not have the vision that I do, despite being of me, but I suppose I cannot expect her to immediately see the same image as me. Hell- We cannot prove that we are seeing the same color 'red'- what if her red was my blue? There are some things that need to be spoken, and this was the subject that Ayal seemed to struggle with. I allowed silence between us- as I rarely speak immediately. She knows that I speak when I feel it is time. The stars are above and the snow is behind us. I think of how Covet was a part of me- how he was an extension of myself outside of my blood. It was the bond that everyone speaks of- and something Ayal must know of.

"
Quod probat fili mi experimenta , quantum possunt capere et virtutem suam in hoc mundo. Et servieritis diis eorum quod studium ad perfectionem iam creati in te, ... et fratres tui et sorores tuae," (They are tests, my child, experiments in how far their strength can carry them in this world. They serve their own purpose- as perfection has already been created within you- your brothers...and your sisters) I say sternly the last two words. It is the younger brothers who are being tested.

"Mares natura infirmior , Ayal . Fratres masculini sexus tua minor probatur . Veniet et perdet eos sine aetatis, si potes , si vis."(Males are naturally weaker, Ayal. Your younger brothers are a test of the male sex. Allow them to come of age- and you can destroy them if you wish if they do make it.) I state simply- some would say heartlessly.

" Et soror tua , non infirmi sunt non laedatur . Sicut sunt perfectionis . Sed feminae sunt perfectiores quam male- Ayal carissime , semper luceat et ut sit exemplum summa perfection-" (Your sisters are not weak nor damaged. They are perfection just as you. They are female and are more perfect than any male- but dearest Ayal, you will always be the epitome of perfection- and you must shine as their example)" I say, my head slowly turning to allow my bright, haunting orange eyes to rest upon Ayal for the first time on this night.

"Et magis est , Ayal . Nosti vinculo vestigium . Perficite, ut usus moderatione te, si rem tuam adhaerere." (There is more, Ayal. You know of the imprint bond. Ensure that you control it if it does stick to you- and use it to your advantage.) I say with my feminine yet dark tones, observing her face and reactions. Will she understand, or will she be as I think she may be, a bit different than myself as I created her.