The Feline Queen was filled with a roller coaster of emotions. Between Lazarus' death, and Amalthea bringing home her soulmate - A King of Nightingale, she was caught in both sadness for the lost soul but happiness for her child. Not only that, but a wedding between the two would mean an alliance to Nightingale. And a possibility for her to be a grandmother. That'd make her feel so old, being a mother, a mate and a Queen was already something she never thought possible for herself. Now she was changed again, taking on a new form of that of a cat, and wings of a bird like her beloved. After the meeting she gave a silent sigh of relief. Hawthorne were not the monsters they were thought to be.
She watched her beloved leap from the throne to the ground, looking up to her with a smile. ”Pandra, my love! Tchya look beautiful! Tchya ear tufts are unique and twas a long time coming that tchya would get tchya own wings!~” His happiness in her new appearance made her smile. Honestly, she hadn't thought much of her new change. Though she was happy to sore with Achilles and her children who also shared the gift. And Achilles, he had changed too! "Thank you, my love! And those antlers really suit you well!" She said from the pedestal as he flew around her gracefully. He landed beside her and nuzzled into her cheek, a smile on her face still and she nuzzled into him as well.
It was still on her mind, wanting more children. She felt almost stupid to ask that of him, they already had six adult children now and would surely become grandparents with the coming seasons. Yet she still wished for more . . . ”I wanted to say that to you when I came back to the meeting but I figured it was not the most appropriate! At least, our children would definitely gag at it.” She laughed with him, nodding. "They certainly would." She spoke in her laughter. ”My love…that’s actually been on my mind…” His words brought her to a more serious face, a smile gracing her lips however. "I have too . . ." She spoke softly to him. ”But first! We gotta teach tchya how to use those pretty wings of yours!” Her smile only grew as he flew up into the air. Her spotted wings spread with a smile as she began to flap them, lifting a few inches into the air. ”We’ll fly together back to the den!” She looked to Achilles and gave him a nod, a grin falling over her face as she continued to flap.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"It's like I have this sickness, sickness . . . "
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