His Plumpy Mate
Her voice quiet,
I took the cup, taking a sip, she sipped from hers too, then sat back down.
Her voice rang out, as clear as day. She spoke about Azrathul, how he met the moon goddess, their story, down to when they had us and how they fell apart.
“That's why she was so angry, she wanted to prevent me from repeating her mistakes.” I mumbled.
“That too.” Lilith replied then continued her story.
By the time she was done, I felt my entire being, no— my soul trembled, something that had been buried somewhere within me, long forgotten, it all surfaced.