“Mama!” Effie called from the bottom of the stairs having marched her way into the Rosewood Manor, eyes focused purely on her phone. It was an unannounced visit but once she passed over the threshold of her mother’s home she felt like nothing more than a teenager again. It was her family home, a space where she’d learn to become her most comfortable and confident self, shielded by her mother’s impressive wings. In the confines of her own apartment she was an entirely independent and strong spirited young woman, in the company of others Effie was a force who wasn’t to be contained. Astarte always managed to make her feel like she’d been freshly saved again, in the best way possible - she was safe and part of a family that made her proud.
“I need my crossbow.” The natural followup, always looking for something. Effie really found any excuse to stop by the manor: forgotten items, dropping off impulse buys and digging through her parents vast collection of weaponry. But she always found that they were never really flying visits, lunch seemed to roll into dinner and some nights she’d even find herself staying over just for convenience sake. She only ever really came for the company, everything else was surely secondary. “Mother, I’m going to start digging through things!” She threw her head back with exasperation; a supposed threat depending on how many skeletons she had hidden.
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