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Amaranth: A Dream
...whose battles called her far from home.
She slew the thing she feared most, and conquered the land that feared her.
As she fought, far away, she knew her children needed guidance.
She knew they faced tyrants.
She knew they faced fear.
In her homeland, things were broken.
So, she held up her hand before the sun, and cast a shadow on the world, and drowned the troubles of her home in darkness.
"Survival's a long reach," she said.

Re: The Garden: 2/2
. . . Children grow up, Mother. As do I—as does he.
Should he . . . be needed elsewhere, then would you say he would not go?
Re: The Garden: 2/2
....He would go.
It is inevitable, isn't it. You, and he, and the third, whose name I never learned before he rotted away in my arms.
1/2
Re: The Garden: 2/2
All children must leave their nest eventually—you cannot protect us forever.
Re: The Garden: 2/2
I can and must do better than this. For the sake of all of you.
EVENTUALLY