I watch as her eyes linger on the island before us. They hunger and show much desire for something that is currently not hers. She is young and often time the young can have big dreams- let us hope that she does not forget her dreams and allow them to expand. As much as their dreams can be big, they are limited in scope with how much they currently know of the world. Juno should not limit herself to that of an island off my son’s land, but for now, such desires will do.

The young girl created much in my image speaks now of how she wants to keep what is hers there, and then asked if such a thing is bad. My eyes now drift their copper embrace back to the island, as I stand tall and proud. The salt-licked air flows within my fur, and the sound of water against the sand is music to our ears as we discuss these matters on this fine day.

”Soon enough your form will grow, and you will be ready to see what lies within the island. Work on becoming strong. Strength is in your blood, but you must cultivate it, and grow to your highest potential of which I have gifted you,” I say in the ancient tongue, looking back down upon her. My gaze is strong and hardened like rock, and yet perhaps they have softened son with my current set of grandchildren. Getting older has a way with toying with the mind sometimes- yet this child looks much like me, and is already showing me how much like me she is. Question is, to be the toughest on her to ensure she reaches her greatness?

”It is not bad- however, that island and this land of which your feet stand belongs to your Uncle, Eden. If you wish for the island to be yours one day- you will need to ask him about it...or fight him for all of Glorall. I have made Eden, you see, and he will not go down with ease. What do you think of this, Juno?” I ask, my eyes focused on her as I observe her reaction to my words and what she thinks of what I have said. Will she be willing to fight her own blood for what she wants? Or will she turn her thirst elsewhere?