handwritten-text (forward-dated to 20th-ish)

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Hello, rambunctious children, with your magical self-writing rocks and magic-yous. I smell so many different yous, by the way! All these shapeshifter-sorts, angel-sorts and demon-sorts. Oh, demons, I’d be delighted to meet you, but if you are like the odds of dear Michael, then carry on. I will not bite. You all are welcome to call me what your heart tells you to, but Ammy, as much as Ammako, have always been the ones to soften my spots.

I'm very aware of the sun's disappearance, and these cursed lands have not allowed it to rise as of late, but, if you are to ask for it, in your thoughts and in your hearts, it shall come to you. Your plantlife shall flourish, your waters cleansed, and perhaps the air you breathe will taste less like a boiling pot of rot down your throat. In the meantime, it shall find a way. It always does. Fear not!

And if you have little interest in these things, then tell me, I am most curious: what is faith, to the lot of you? I am in the mood for the Good Chats as I carry on with my duties, yes.

Oh, and one more thing! If anyone manages to come across a bundle of bones that look and smell of the holy sort by the by, may I have them? They are my favorite snack.

[ as a note, people are welcome to find ōkami items! ]

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[dohaeris]

[visenya lets out an extended kitten squeak. winter repeats the message. sansa beams.]

Of course! I love stories.

[lady delicately snaps up her last few morsels of fish and goes to retrieve the shankbone for amaterasu, which she lays at her feet, before lying down in a respectful posture with her paws curled up.]

[brushy]

[ well then, here came the story: complete, of course, with a meal in between. it doesn’t even seem like ammy is the one to produce these messages; she’s not moving in any way that brings suspicion. she only chews on her bone treat as any canine would! by grinding her teeth against them. ]

There once was a wolf. An older-me, a Grandmother-me, her name was “White Wild Majesty”, or in my mother tongue, “Shiranui”. She was one god, but carried with her the power of thirteen. When it was her time to pass on after a deadly battle, the remaining twelve gods within her scattered, and hid themselves in constellations until her return.

These gods were each holders of a celestial brush technique that controlled the very fabric of nature. Many people prayed to each, under their specific element . . . But in the end, who commanded them on earth was the one of Sunrise.

(That is me, a younger-me, a Now-Mother-me)

[dohaeris]

[sansa is somewhat overawed, but she nods anyway. lady had always known she was a great queen of wolves, and very powerful, but this is...even the pthumerians hadn't made the world. they had only changed it. that's how she knew they weren't gods.]

Your grandmother made your world, and you were her heir. That which was in her is in you.

[she rises to her knees, so she can bend one.]

House Stark serves life, always. We see it through the winter. You have my lealty in this world, for all it's worth.

[brushy]

[ amaterasu has come to respect any and all forms of tribute— prayer gives her strength. prayer is why she is alive, and why she walks among them, and lives among them, and tries to make happiness sprout between the cracks. a flower has been specked behind one of sansa's ears, blooming a beautiful pink that cherry blossoms do. ]

Even if you hadn't, I would still watch over you.

[dohaeris]

[sansa rises back to her knees, beaming. her eyes dart in the direction of her newly beflowered ear.]

That's what makes you good. A true and worthy queen.

[the kind of ruler she'd like to be, even if it's only of the north. or this house. she sits back.]

You know you'll always have a place here in my home, whenever you need it.

[brushy]

I know. The same way you will always have a place in my heart.

[ but there is something she’s considering, as her tail thumps and her paw curves around a bat kitten. ]

But I can’t say I am a Queen. I have met many, but I do not rule over lands and people. I nourish them. I am their Mother.

[dohaeris]

[visenya snatches at the paw and attempts to lick it.

sansa learned of amaterasu's status from lady, so there was some...translation involved. sansa furrows her brow.]

But...isn't it the same thing, for wolves?

[the head of the pack is always the mother, after all.]

[brushy]

[ oh, lady. you did your best, there is no harm done! ]

Perhaps if I were born mortal, and into a pack of wolves. That is not the case for me.

I was brought to life from stone.