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Amaranth · 7/22/2026, 7:49 PM

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The warmth was pleasant, especially in the bitter cold of the North. It pulsed through her veins with each toilsome stroke of her heart, pressing warmth from her throat and chest all the way down to her toes and towards the tip of her tail. By the spirits, she swore that even her ankles and chest were healed, as she no longer felt the chronic ache that plagued her aging bones.

A fat, uncharacteristic smile was plastered across her dark lips. Even as Valeska's fermented kiss swished at the empty air, Amaranth swore she could feel it.

And with another swig of berries, the two drunken old women made their way to deliver the very important news to their children. This was the most perfect condition to deliver it in, Amaranth decided internally, for her underlying agitation with Amaris seemed to be rather dull at this time. (Her annoyance really just seemed equivalent to the amount of pain she felt on a day to day basis in the ankles he'd shredded.)

Amaranth followed Valeska, her gait only partially hitching as the rugged screech of her mate ceremoniously summoned their children. The wraith would glance toward Valeska, rolling her tongue lazily over sticky lips and nodding to her with encouragement.

Amaris and Aelia were up ahead, glancing at the ground with rather intent eyes. Amaris, much like Valeska, was shouting. The two silver wolves would combat one another in volume, which was only characteristic of one of them. Amaranth's gaze would narrow, eyes blinking slightly off-center as she observed Amaris's abnormal behavior.

I think, she started, waving on her paws as she slowed. Despite being drunk and hollowed-out in her older age, there was still something terrifying about the way Amaranth was able to stare through someone. And her gaze was unwavering upon her son. I think we save the rock for later. Even if this was not a good time to chat, Amaranth was about to make it one.

There is something important to talk to you both about, she would continue, gently steadying herself as her gaze finally shifted toward Aelia. There was a softness there — one she'd always held for her golden daughter. And somewhere, deep in the pit of her chest, Amaranth felt something. And it held her tongue-tied for a moment as she shifted between the two of them restlessly. Perhaps this would be worrying for the two of them, but Amaranth was simply ... lost in a sensation.

Amaris and Aelia were young. Reckless. Inexperienced.

But they were loyal. Bold. Persisting. Smart.

They did what they believed in. They used their hearts.

They were learning. They were wild. And they trusted one another more than anyone else in this world. That gave them the strength they needed to do this. Elysium had been built on a dream. A dream that only held on because Valeska (and Amaranth) had willed it to be so. They had created this place with a vision in mind, and that vision now sat in front of them ... that vision now sat here, talking to rocks.

Silver and Gold. Yin and Yang. Moon and Sun.

They were ready.

Your Matb and I are ... not getting any younger. Amaranth's breath was hot, sweet with the scent of berries, and yet somehow her sincerity rang true. We have thought about this for some time. Uh ... retirement. It felt strange to say it. But Elysium ... needs guidance. Her head would swivel toward Amaris. A moon. Now Aelia. A sun. Were they getting it? Was it sinking in? Amaranth would cast her glance toward Valeska for a moment, a silent plea for her to help with more simple words.

Amaranth, still, was not used to asking for help.

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