#. | guest muse (epiales)

[singofus]

@faunisms asked: she's not used to doing this . apologizing , not really . she prides herself on not needing to , because she doesn't misstep , and if she does , it's on purpose to summon a favorable turn of events . this isn't ... this isn't politics , though . this is her ... CHILD .

she swallows as she douses the last candle here in the graveyard , on a new moon , the stars blocked by clouds , as dark as possible . she wishes to speak with them , to even attempt to undo the years of mistakes .

perhaps it was the urging of her father , or the way she paid greater attention to lady nyx's teaching and instruction of her youngest , but ... the urge was here . and it had not gone away in some time .

so she is here . and , quietly , she offers her palms to the earth and murmurs , ❛ my child ... if you are there , may we speak ? ❜ [ mel ↝ epiales ]

unprompted ask | Always Accepting

Despite everything, the rejection; the distance; the silence, sometimes Epiales would crave its mother. It had grown from the very small being it had been when first created, and even moreso since the simple shadow that had gone to her in the first place. A mirror of her own with a voice soft as a whisper. Still, it was small. Small and unsure and yearning for more than it even understood. Even Grand Mother could not soothe that ache. Could not feel like true home.

That is what drew them here to watch silently, hidden and outside of her focus.

Until then Mother spoke. Spoke and-

and called to it. In a term that might have blinded them with tears if they had formed eyes yet.

In the quiestest of whispers, seemingly from no place in particular, it replied:

"Yes Mother..."

What would she say? They suddenly felt tension despite no form, worried about more rejection. More pain. More distance.

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