#theosilium

Pasithea frowned. How could she explain things? She trusted Icelus could understand but she did not want to butcher things and risk confusing him. If only Hypnos was here.

“Okay. Let’s take this one question at a time.” She started with the first question he asked. “No, I am not Morpheus’ mom. He has another mother, but he is still your brother because you both share the same father.”

Aten is a whole foot shorter than Icelus, and had n o f e a r when swatting his nose with the equivalent of a rolled up newspaper.

“.. This is supposed to be neutral territory..”

            A sigh escaped the sun disk, hands firmly planted on wide hips as Aten glared up at his uninvited guest. Nose crinkled in a minor display of displeasure at the scent that now filled his library, his realm of sanctuary.

“And you smell like wet fur!”