anyone;

[Hestia]

She barks out her laughter, it doesn’t cut or mangle itself as it used to. Used far more often now than it ever has been in her past. You mean before they became man hating prissy little twats. Surviving only because of my sisters legacy. The words vomit her venoment hate for the sisters that mangled and thwarted the Amazons name dragging it through the mud to be mocked and scorned on. This is the legacy that they’ve become known for; yet that was never their ideals before… was It Echion? She thinks that was the one that introduced the breeding program and made the secret hate that had been building and festering under Eerie (Eerye?) a public and acceptable fact.

She nods in agreement. Before he continues, these are not the Amazons. She practically snarls, her green eyes flashing with the grating on her nerves. Whyyyy does everyone see them as the Amazons? Her hackles bristle at the mere thought and her flames, that are not yet under control, flare around her, bright and alive with the consuming passion she has against these false sisters everyone believes they are, and fall under a respectful spell of fear from them. She is going to need to come up with a new name for them to silence these rumors. Give her people another thing to look up to and follow. Something to try and achieve if she really wants this name to fall away as the ashes do from her body.

She nods, soothing her anger, counting to temper it. Thank you, she manages to push through her throat. His words ring in her mind, to vague. Not enough for her to determine a date. She’d have to try again with someone else. Though she doesn’t think she will get another shot as he would have the best memory of Nayl, and Nayl would most likely have ingrained in her children the importance of history. Just something that all the Amazons had hammered into their heads, and Hestia doesn’t think the woman would have strayed to far from her roots. She eyes him for a moment noticing that in their conversation she’d sidled closer to him inch by inch. Startled and slightly disgusted that she would do this she shakes out her mane and begins walking, distracting her feet from whatever they had in mind before this.

Her wings lazily stretch from her sides before folding back in on themselves once more. Nerine’s not changed much, physically. She punctuates the end of her sentence fully aware of just how much its changed in other aspects since she left. Her mind can’t settle though and she finds herself itching to ask, what about Nerine makes you believe us to be the Amazons? She will change it, force them to see past that. Maybe if by changing the name, she can lead them back to their ideals, and not fixed on this mythical power-hungry man shaming slut of a past they all seem to remember. She glances over to him nervously. Hoping none of that last bit had come out.

HESTIA

The devil whispered in my ear, you’ll never survive the storm
I whispered back, I am the storm