@bythebonefireā -Ā š š Fernita and Horrorfell Fernita!
āOh dear, you could have me talking all day about him, donāt get me started! I love him. I really do, heās a wonderful monster and i wish iād met him sooner, i probably would have if i hadnāt been such a waterfall hermit. But heās already managed to fill up half the to be nursery with cool baby items and i donāt know how to tell him he should wait a little longer, iām not even showing yet.ā
Despite this supposed complaint, sheās laughing, a light giggle as she runs a brush through her hair.
āBesides, call me traditional but i donāt even know how much of it iāll use. Even if iāll admit, some of it is really cool....although not to be to open, the fact humans have nipple pads with like gel is already making me far more happy about breastfeeding because while i love my son, it was a nightmare to my poor nipples, especially when his teeth came in since us kelouls have sharp teeth.ā
For a moment, sheās not sure she should speak, she had shyren on her lap. The little monster had no fared any better then the rest of them had but she was still alive for now and like many of those whoād come under her care, they sought her affection and she gave it, thin hand stroking over her head with a careful tenderness for many monsters now may as well have been like expensive glassware, They could be broken so easily.
Briefly her tired eyes wander to ferno, nearby and adorned lovingly in his gilded mask of gold, perhaps her claim to him as much as it was to shield his view of his face. He still looked strong compared to them, her magic had made sure of that, he was her guard, loyal to a fault and she his queen who alone could provide his life saving medication before she looked away, resting her head back against the cool, slightly damp rocks that surrounded the tiny cavern that held her secret home. Moonlight filtered in through the small crack in the mountainous ceiling, she used to love that space, but now it was just something that taunted her and her parish. Just another reminder that so close to them was an exit that could not be accessed, the barrier would have prevented them.
finally, whisper quiet, her voice doesnāt even cause shyren to stir.
āhe doesnāt seem to realize that if he hadnāt stumbled into my home that day, i wouldnāt be here now, i would have sat in my home until i dusted...haha not that i can as i know now, my magic wonāt allow it. I certainly donāt think i would have done this though, i would have sat and gathered dust, a statue in a museum. But i have him, i feel guilty often. For keeping him alive. Sometimes i see his soul and i contemplate crushing it like i have so many others.ā
a mirthless breathy laugh as her tail twitches.
āif only to grant him mercy and hope we meet again in another life, i have little doubts that heās thought the same thing about mine, it barely holds itself together. But we are selfish creatures made of love, i am not the same monster i once was norā is he, all i can hope is. If there is other worlds out there, that somewhere...we got our happy ending, that everyone did.ā