Kumya visited Deshret in baby-mama jail (pretty nice facilities, considering), and promised to try and get her baby not killed if it turned out to be a boy (because sacrifice stuff), it’s fine ‘cuz she’s pretty sure it’s not the king’s baby anyhow!
Kebs got some dubious advice from her shirtless younger sister about how to make Anubis be less mean to her…it kind of amounts to some unflattering lows our fave Heiress shouldn’t have to go to, but eh, she may be running out of options.
Lastly, Kon and Marketa had a little marital spat about sacrificing their kids (as people do) before getting down to some Grade A awkward woohoo. There was a tincture, which Kon may or may not have been jonesing for; speculation abounds as to what the nature of said tincture was…
“How many millennia has it been, do you know?”
Persephone had brought him to her favourite bluff in The Woulding; it was so wonderful that he had returned to her…and so strange.
She’d spent such a very long dreaming of this day, these moments they would spend together as they once had; after so many decades of turmoil, her soul felt at peace once more.
“Time is a slippery thing, dear brother…”
“You can just say you don’t know, Persephone,” he always did have a way of seeing through her words, as no one else did.
“Very well,” she conceded, “I don’t know for certain, though at least two thousand years…”
“Two thousand years…I wonder if the temple still stands.”
Persephone felt a pang of something…was it jealousy? Resentment perhaps? It tainted the peace of their reunion, the knowing that they had both lived other lives while they had been apart.
It was never meant to be that way; such a thing was unnatural.
“We have lost so much time together,” she whispered, “it hurts my heart, it was never meant to be that way.”
How had she not seen it coming?
“It was your magic that did this, sister, didn’t you know?”
“I–had my suspicions,” she’d never allowed herself to dwell on it before, “what does that mean? Did I do this to us?”
“There’s a fun thought,” he said it with a hint of irony, “but no; I think something else machinated these things, or at the very least, helped them along–”
“What could do such a thing? I’ve never heard of a creature that could usurp the power of a fairy, surely–”
“What about a god?” He smirked, “or, more precisely, a goddess.”
“That’s ridiculous,” because it was, “those primordial beings never meddle in the affairs of the mortal world, despite the cries of humans to the contrary–”
“Are you certain?” The teasing lilt had fled from his words, “sister, I have seen things that lead me to believe otherwise.”
“Nonsense,” she insisted, “such powers care nothing for us, even creatures such as you and I are less than meaningless–”
“I’m telling you, Persephone, something cares a great deal about these Amazons, and has gone to an immense amount of trouble on their behalf; if it isn’t some kind of godly being, I cannot even begin to speculate.”
“Preposterous!” If there were such powers wielding influence over their kind in the universe, she would know it…wouldn’t she?
“The almighty fairy Seer, brought low by a heathen deity!”
Was he amused by such a disastrous thing?
“Does that not trouble you? The thought that they might meddle? Do you not see that if you are correct, that means that something powerful enough to rip apart a fairy soul-bond is at large in the world,” why did he not seem to understand the severity of his words, “and as that would be a catastrophe, you cannot possibly be correct!”
Khafre sighed, “sister, just because something is upsetting, does not mean it isn’t true–”
“Well, that’s your opinion–”
“Think about what you just said; something tore us two thousand years apart, despite our magical kinship,” there was that serious tone again, so tiresome, “something needed me to stay, at any cost, and save Raet…”
“…she was dying, Persephone; if I had been taken along with you, the female line of Bastet would have died with her.”
“How was she, our little Raet? The last I saw her, she was so very sad…” the memory of her lover’s grief tugged still at the Seer’s heart.
“Happy,” he replied, “happy to have a babe in her arms at long last, though it wasn’t the daughter she needed.”
“Good,” there was a small bit of peace to be had in knowing it, “she deserved to be happy, even if I wish I could have been there to see it.”
“In the end, I think it was my healing magic that quickened her womb,” he mused, “I had been considering trying it when she lost her first babe.”
“It’s quite a thing, isn’t it?” She sighed, “loving a person you weren’t born to love, choosing someone, instead of having them born being a part of you…”
“Are you saying you loved her better than me because you got to choose her?”
“Love a human more than the other half of my soul?” She snorted, “don’t be daft! Everyone knows the fae are self-absorbed to a fault, after all…”
“…still, let’s not ever do it again.”
From the first moment she’d laid eyes on him, Celina was in love! Not that she didn’t love her other children, far from it…
…but there was something special about this little one, some indiscernible quality that chased all the grey away, and filled the world with light.
Everyone in the household felt it, even Spud, who could be a touch ornery with the other children from time to time…
…but it was simply impossible to be cross with such a cheerful, gentle child…
…and Spud made it abundantly clear who his favourite was.
No one minded, though, the newest little Hill was everyone’s favourite, after all…
…even if he wasn’t particularly gifted at making himself understood.
Their little ray of sunshine just wasn’t quite as good with words as his siblings had been.
Of course, that didn’t stop him from gesticulating wildly and babbling at her whenever she entered the room! Bless his expressive little heart.
Their pediatrician said it was normal, however, and they weren’t to worry; he’d find his words in his own time.
Celina wished she could reassure him somehow, he always seemed especially desperate to communicate with her, in particular.
But that made sense, didn’t it? After all, she was his mother.
The doctor said it was a good idea to be positive and supportive of his efforts as often as possible.
“Did you hear that, Colton? He tried to say ‘mama’!”
The child huffed in a decidedly irritated fashion.
“It’s okay, sweetie; you’ll get it right one day!” It didn’t matter, though, she’d love him even if he never spoke a proper word in his entire life; everything was wonderful and bright in the world now that she had him.
Her sweet little Oliver.
Why, yes! This chapter was just kind of an excuse for cute toddler spam disguised as important plot points 😇
So now we’re starting to bring a few things together in the modern world! Fairies have the best exposition chit chats, don’t they? I imagine we haven’t seen the last of Useful Fairy Convos, so stay tuned ❤