Despite the fact that the catacombs allowed little light, the small child had no problem finding her mother's sleeve. She gave a slight tug, desiring attention. "Mother," she began politely as always, "may we see the golden city and Father soon? I miss him dearly and I have outgrown the children of bone, as well as Protector Nito being awfully busy..." In the shadows, her starry eyes twinkled. "Please? Pleease." // anonymous but also paging @wolfdivined
Footsteps carry in the catacombs, even if her daughter might not realize it. Hel, especially, notices the shift in the silence, the patter of her daughter’s gait. Really, it’s less walking and more loping, the way her father walks to accommodate the sheer length of his legs. It’s no surprise when little hands grasp at the faded grey fabric of her gown, though her expression shifts all the same. There’s a smile on withered lips, her heart swelling that even through assertions that Celestria isn’t quite so little anymore, the girl still holds tight to her.
“Soon, Nightshade,” she murmurs, kneeling down to Celestria’s level. How long can she keep doing this, she wonders. How long til the girl outrgrows her mother, too? “I just have a few more things to settle with Uncle Agdayne, then I promise we’ll return to the city.” It has been long enough, after all, and not just because her daughter complains. It’s cruel, keeping Artorias from his girl, keeping her child from her father, but that’s not all that makes it so wrong to steer clear of the city.
There are two worlds within Celestria. One should never overtake the other, not until she was old enough to choose a side -- if that was something she sought to do. Hel rests her terrible hand against her daughter’s cheek, smiling at her as prettily as she could.
“We’ll stay there until Nito has need of me again. For now... Would you like me to help you compose a letter to Father? You can tell him we’ll be by to see him soon.”
