Find Oizys, guide her here. Ka’Ora had left some time ago, for master’s command had been clear.

He waits now, where moonlight bathes the purple thistles swathed before him, a sea of beautiful, prickling things. The chill is gone, mostly, and the sun had been bleeding a balmy light, a healing light, that soothed the aches and pains of the earth, allowing her to grow. Ka’Mate thrives; he is gone from master for now, gorging himself stupidly upon the endless litters of rodents, the armies of pink babes powerless against his onslaught. He has been feasting for days; he is growing fat, and sluggish. Master will have to fix that soon, this hedonistic lifestyle that stales the grand harpy’s potential; Ka’Mate is too much like Reginald in this instance, and Reginald hates him for it, for being a perfect representation of his soul.

He does not care now, however; the shadows are a deep, regal blue, the moonlight friendly and pristine, and the night calm velvet as he waits for the firstborn of his First Born. It does amaze him, thinking of his daughters and how angry he had been at the audacity of their birth, their daring to be born with a vagina (as though they had had a choice in the womb). He had spent his days as both a child and an adult daydreaming of greatness, planning and scheming for the day when they will now him as K I N G--and yet, somehow, it is a careless mistake that focuses him towards greater climbs, a whole new method, a possibility that is no longer a dream. His daughters. He had wanted them dead so quickly, so badly, and yet, as he stands there in the moonlit field, he realizes they could very well be his greatest accomplishment. If he remains focused, and all things go according to plan.

Oizys is his firstborn; he will call her first. He had never believed in the power or greatness of a twin’s bond, not really; he and Abraham are great only because they are great, and never, in all of Reginald’s life, has he felt himself so much more powerful, capable, with Abraham’s ivory shoulder by his side. Oizys and Enyo—yes, they were born together, and he can tell they shall complement each other greatly (he must plan). He does care for their bond as wombmates, however; they will be great on their own merits, and not by the shadow of the sister by their side. He will see them individually. They will receive their own lessons, their own assignments.

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