"This place is called Babylon. It's a tribe we've built for not just Amazons, but our Dark Fae brothers and sisters as well.
We hunt together. Sleep together. Share our food, the spoils of war, our bodies... We have created our own paradise. And even though I loved living among the tree-huggers and getting to raise you, girls... There is no place where I would rather be."
Yari and Giselle listened quietly as their mother rustled through her food storage to put together a meal for them.
A few of the natives stood just outside their mothers' hut. They were yet another reminder of just how important Giselle had become in their absence.
"I got a bit annoyed a few knights ago, and binged all the meat in my storage... Are you girls alright with red beans and rice for now?"
Griselda looked back to find neither of her children paying her much mind. Instead, they were staring at her, marvelling at the fact that she was standing in front of them, alive and well.
