She reclined on the large pile of silk pillows that served as her bed more often than not. For him, she dressed rather modestly, a simple gown of crimson silk which dusted her ankles. Her fingers toyed with the onyx pendant before she reached down to brush brown hair from his forehead.
He slept on the pillows beside her, though his form had not been there moments before. Elliot Brown rested quietly, even as a long talon brushed over his cheek.
"Elliot. Elliot wake up my young Prince."
The smile was apparent in her voice, even as it blossomed on her features. There was a fondness in both her speech and her touch. A single obsidian talon tapped on the pendant, making a slight clicking sound of glass against glass.
He was changing, growing. The world is never what we believe it to be when we are young and our hearts are full of hope. Reality has a way of waking us up with crushing truth just as we think we have all the answers. It seemed Elliot was on the verge of waking to those realities. She would be there, to soften some of the pain that would come with those changes. Growth is never trully without pain. Then again, pain was not always undesirable.
"Elliot. Come to me, we have so much to talk about."