[maternal open-post]
Somewhere outdoors, there is a goddess. She is seated beneath a tree and there is a pair of large, black horses standing guard nearby. Two infants rest on the ground in front of her, bundled up in black blankets. After a moment, she bends closer to one of them, who wraps a grey hand around her finger. And that? That is one of the few things that will make Nyx smile broadly.