Sith touched down at the Temple—the Temple of Mallach at Hawkthorne. Home.
She sighed as she crossed the threshold. The last time she was here, she had left on less-than-friendly terms with her mother. It was just that her mother didn’t seem to understand why she would feel inspired to follow Lumia—how it was her own mother who had inspired her in the first place.
"Big Sister!"
Too late—she was swarmed by a myriad of furballs, hugging her in a dense mass of fluff. She slowly dislodged herself from her colorful siblings, one by one. And from the looks of it, there seemed to be a multitude of new ones.
"Hey, Big Sis, what’s with those wings?"
Her siblings, with their cunning but innocent eyes, bombarded her with questions. She had met wraiths less aggressive than this. Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the air. Her half-sibling Ayda—the only one older than her—strode forward.
Clap-Clap
"That’s enough. Let Sith catch her breath from her flight."
Ayda winked and jerked her head to the left. So, her mom was in the kitchen. Got it.
Slowly, Sith peered through the kitchen curtain. There she was, her mother, cooking a pot of today’s dinner—a Jassira stew adapted to local ingredients. Her favorite.
Sith sighed internally. Her mother’s stomach was still a permanent dome. Looks like Dad was giving her another sibling. It frustrated her to no end, wondering why Cait couldn’t understand why she would be drawn to the Goddess of Motherhood. For crying out loud, the locals came to her for fertility treatments, not musical composition advice.
Her mother slowly turned around, her gentle eyes boring into hers.
“Welcome home, dear.”
She sighed as she crossed the threshold. The last time she was here, she had left on less-than-friendly terms with her mother. It was just that her mother didn’t seem to understand why she would feel inspired to follow Lumia—how it was her own mother who had inspired her in the first place.
"Big Sister!"
Too late—she was swarmed by a myriad of furballs, hugging her in a dense mass of fluff. She slowly dislodged herself from her colorful siblings, one by one. And from the looks of it, there seemed to be a multitude of new ones.
"Hey, Big Sis, what’s with those wings?"
Her siblings, with their cunning but innocent eyes, bombarded her with questions. She had met wraiths less aggressive than this. Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the air. Her half-sibling Ayda—the only one older than her—strode forward.
Clap-Clap
"That’s enough. Let Sith catch her breath from her flight."
Ayda winked and jerked her head to the left. So, her mom was in the kitchen. Got it.
Slowly, Sith peered through the kitchen curtain. There she was, her mother, cooking a pot of today’s dinner—a Jassira stew adapted to local ingredients. Her favorite.
Sith sighed internally. Her mother’s stomach was still a permanent dome. Looks like Dad was giving her another sibling. It frustrated her to no end, wondering why Cait couldn’t understand why she would be drawn to the Goddess of Motherhood. For crying out loud, the locals came to her for fertility treatments, not musical composition advice.
Her mother slowly turned around, her gentle eyes boring into hers.
“Welcome home, dear.”
