It is not long before a young one decides to peek themselves from the darkness of the den. I remain tall, relaxed and yet somewhat rigid with my naturally strong stance as I lay with paw crossed before me. I see the eyes, and I know immediately this is one of my own blood. He holds that of copper eyes- just as my own. My eyes are perhaps a bit more intense, and I see a lack of blue upon his. Instead, they hold a blackness of specks among them. Regardless, he if of me, and he is thus me and mine.

I am still as I patiently wait for him to come out. There are always many lessons for young ones to learn. They tend to be stupid and careless- that is how they are normally born. It is up to others to set them straight and onto a path of greatness worthy of my name. There is a bit too much caution in his step, and it does cause only the slightest bit of narrowing in my eyes. Otherwise, my visage remains emotionless, almost a void but others do tend to find it cold. If there is any warmth to be found- it is to be the copper eyes that we share.

"Get moving, boy, non negabunt in cubili tuo," (Get moving, boy, don't cower in your den) I say, with a mix of the common tongue and Latin. Regardless, my common tongue was heavy with a Latin accent. I know not if Ehiyeh had taught them the proper tongue, but they were sure as hell going to learn if they were not well versed in it. My voice is firm but tempting like sweet flowers- sweet flowers with a very strong scent.

"Come closer," I say firmly, copper eyes not once leaving him. My stare is intense as my face does not change from the emotionless state. I do not give him any indication of my thoughts other than my words, and the fact that I am lowered a bit more to his level.

"I am Ava. I am the reason you exist," I say, the truth coming from my mouth. "Magis, magis" I say once more in the ancient tongue this time. "Your mother is my grand child. You exist because I willed your grand father into existence-
cogitesne?" (Do you understand?) I explain, asking in Latin if he understood my words. There is much to assess, much to understand about how my blood is morphing over time. I have to ensure as my line grows further and further away from the tree- that my roots still take a strong, unmoving hold.