#rootbeast

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The White Lady allows herself this one, mortal want, and leans into Herrah's touch. The ephemeral warmth, that flees so easily, is not one that Higher Beings share. She will always be slightly cooler than Herrah– hardly the marble-coolness of her husband, but still lacking that mortal flame– until the queen of Deepnest resigns herself into eternal slumber.

"Tell me, Beast," she murmurs, her voice as hollow as she feels inside, so much so that she would serve as good a vessel as any of her false children, "does it not pain you to know a false queen of a cursed kingdom will be the one looking after your child, after you have gone?"

Herrah shifts. She does not move away from the White Lady, does not tense, does not (noticeably) take offense to the question. Instead, she leans against the other woman, and lets out a laugh that could be a sigh. "False or not, title has no weight in a mother's eyes." She gazes up at the White Lady, expression unreadable as it often is. "I am gladdened to know she will be raised by you. Midwife, Vespa, and yourself will provide my daughter with the support she will need in these coming cycles. That, I know with certainty."

The White Lady is silent, listening to the sounds of the creatures that call her Gardens home– just as she does.

Strange, how Herrah would trust her. She knew what the White Lady had done; she saw the corpses. That she would still entrust her daughter, the precious gift she gave her life for, to an immortal being that murdered thousands of her own…

She never truly did understand mortals. No matter how long she lived among them, their reasoning eluded her.

mmm having thoughts about this pairing.. yeah its a big testament as to how i can make things somehow involve something lesbian activity related but also i think WL and Herrah would find some comfort/solace in eachother. Herrah can trust that there is a reliable mother to raise her child when shes sent to slumber and hornet will feel like an opportunity for WL to compensate for the children she could never have.

well, thats one way you can do a gender reveal

lullaby of a shade, strung by beast and sung by root