#askladyrhea

“Your hair is so long,” Sothis commented in a quiet tone. “You hardly had it cut, yes?”

Sothis always had the bow. It was her first weapon, and her go to. The next was her cherished whip of the same aesthetic. So why does Rhea look so.. surprised? She’s never taken up the sword or anything else. Just these two. So why..

“I always have time for you.”

she shifted upon her feet. A rarity in itself that she wasn’t currently floating. So peered up at her daughter, then carefully held out her beautifully crafted bow. It was alive, the flowers decorating the arch soft but strong as if in a flower bed then on a weapon. “You know the basics, at least?”

@askladyrhea

Rhea turned away from her fuming alt, horrified. Are those the voices she thought she heard? They certainly were.

"C-children?! Get out of here! Go back to our world NOW. I will NOT allow you to be caught up in this and harmed!"

Obedience to their family was not the children's forte. Not when their obedience would entail throwing their loved ones' safety away for their own. But this situation? They had to try to keep BOTH of the same loved one alive. And given how feral both of the Rheas were, this was going to be complicated.

As their Rhea prepared to charge at her alternate, flames went up from Ariella's little arm, and a wall of fire went up between the dragonesses. The wall would be deadly to mortals, but would not be able to stop the fighting between angry, territorial, disguised dragonesses. But maybe it would buy them time to talk sense into their aunts.

"We are NOT leaving without you, Aunt Rhea! And we do not want to attack this world's Rhea either!" Ariella squeaked yelled. She hated how her voice squeaked when she was emotional.

"You two are both Rhea." Ariella continued. "Both our Aunt Rhea. And we love you both. That's why we came here. We just wanted to meet you, Lady Rhea." Ari wasn't going to drop the formalities with the new Rhea yet, just in case. "This is our fault - no, this is my fault, as I opened the portal - so...if you must hurt someone, kill me." Ariella wrapped more walls of fire around Sylvestre and her own Rhea, to protect them, and spread her arms out, palms empty, steeling herself to take the agonizing pain of her alt-aunt's wrath. It would not soundproof Ariella's family's screaming and protests at her attempted self-sacrifice, though.

And it would not stop their Rhea from running right through those walls, ignoring her burns in the heat of adrenaline and maternal instinct.

"NO! I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS!" Rhea roared. "If you lay as much as a finger on either of my children, I will rip your sorry spine from your body and impale you on it! This fight is just between us! It was my failure as an aunt to let them come here, after all!"

Sylvestre couldn't break past the walls of protective fire. Really, given how strong the Rheas were, it would be more of a cage than a shield if they lost control of their anger right here in the Audience Chamber. Still, he yelled out over their Rhea's now feral and barely coherent threats to her alternate.

They genuinely liked this place a lot more during nighttime. It was quiet ans most importantly, no threat would be around.

Alruys carefully removed a few bricks from within the wall, stepping outside to finally enter the kitchen. Time to hoard and feast!

They immediately began to collect various food items, such as: dry meats, fruit, veggies and most importantly...pastries! They had to admit...humans sure knew how to make tasty treats!

INCREDIBLY LATE BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!