There's a slight pause following the admission. She and Wrathion have a relationship based on common goals and respect, affection even. But neither one of them have delved all too deep into their personal lives. What she knows of Wrathion is quite literally against his will, and he's avoided a conversation about it ever since.
Emilia knows it doesn't work this way: that if she reveals something about herself, Wrathion will reveal something in turn. He's under no obligation to. But trust starts somewhere, with someone. With a choice.
"My mortal family and I worked a restaurant in Palermo. I grew up in it, and learned my way around a kitchen at a young age." She'd been a peasant girl and not a queen, much less a goddess. The ghost of a smile touches her lips, rueful. "I thought it my calling, once. I'd have a garden to call my own and grow all sorts of herbs, expand Sea & Vine into a proper business. I'd feed hungry bellies and craft a menu of magic and moonlight."
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There's a slight pause following the admission. She and Wrathion have a relationship based on common goals and respect, affection even. But neither one of them have delved all too deep into their personal lives. What she knows of Wrathion is quite literally against his will, and he's avoided a conversation about it ever since.
Emilia knows it doesn't work this way: that if she reveals something about herself, Wrathion will reveal something in turn. He's under no obligation to. But trust starts somewhere, with someone. With a choice.
"My mortal family and I worked a restaurant in Palermo. I grew up in it, and learned my way around a kitchen at a young age." She'd been a peasant girl and not a queen, much less a goddess. The ghost of a smile touches her lips, rueful. "I thought it my calling, once. I'd have a garden to call my own and grow all sorts of herbs, expand Sea & Vine into a proper business. I'd feed hungry bellies and craft a menu of magic and moonlight."
It does seem so very long ago.