In the Royal Chambers of Castle Dyste, the Queen was finally able to relax after a long day of work. The period of social reform, known as the ‘Dystan Revolution’, was still ongoing, and while much of the work was to be done by the Prime Minister and those that were appointed in the last few years, she still had much to cover herself. But as many roles as Tynah Blackfang has had in her life - princess, adventurer, warrior, royal knight, queen - one in particular was her most important role now, as she entered one of the quarters, a room that used to be hers ages ago, but now belonged to her daughter…
Whatever the room had once been, it had been remade for her daughter. The walls were now painted a deep blue, and had on them various posters from children’s shows, such as Horsie Heroes and the more local Kob the Kobold, as well as other assorted knick knacks. The furniture in the room seemed to nearly universally keep to a cat theming, with a small desk and chairs with kitty ears carved out of them, a bookshelf painted pink and with similar ears, and even a round rug with a cat-pattern in the middle of the room, but one piece stood out.
The bed wasn’t cat themed at all, but dragon themed; it didn’t much fit the aesthetics of the rest of the room, being black and gold, with a wonderfully carved dragon’s head as part of the headboard, but the last time someone had suggested replacing it for something more fitting, the owner of the room had thrown a mighty fit. The love for this piece of furniture was made even more obvious when Tynah spotted her small daughter taking a catnap on it, her dark blue cat ears twitching slightly as her mother entered.
Tynah smiled softly as she sat down next to the bed; even like this, she still towered over the kitten sleeping on the bed. She gently petted her ears, “Safy… are you feeling well?” Her daughter had recently come down with a flu, but with some healing and some bed rest, she would have mostly recovered by now, hopefully.
The kitten yawned, slowly opening her eyes. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but not nearly so badly as they had been just a few days ago, a good sign for her mother. Safy blinked a few times, rubbing at her eyes, and then smiled at Tynah. “Hi mama,” she mumbled. “Feelin’ better. Can I go play with Soshie yet?”
“In a few days, Safy,” Tynah said softly, “It is good to get some bed rest after that. Actually…” she felt over her chest, the scar she had recently received still there, “I, too, have been asked to take it easy for a while. So I shall do so with you. How does that sound, kitten?”
“Really, mama?” Safy asked, pushing herself upright as she smiled at Tynah. “You’re always busy ‘n stuff! You’re gonna stay with me? Can you tell me stories, mama?”
“Oh, of course, Safy!” Tynah did feel bad about not being as able to do as much with her daughter as most mothers could, but with her new roles and this situation, maybe she could make up for this. “Sure, I can tell you some stories! Is there anything you would like to know about? Perhaps some stories about your grandfather? Or perhaps you would like to know about some things I have done?”
“Umm…” Safy thought about it, hugging Tynah’s arm as she did. “How about something with you and mama, mama?” She requested with big eyes.
“Sure thing, kitten!” Tynah grinned, “I have plenty of stories about us together, and also Auntie Tysteus, and Uncle Rolven and Aunt Petra, and Soshka’s parents, all sorts of people! And besides, you are a Blackfang, so you deserve to know some of our family’s stories, not just the ones they write about! So then…” she sat down, eager to begin, “Our first story begins long ago, when I was little…”