Valeska Callosum's Links
I love all of my children, дочь, but you are why I have the eye-bags.
Out of everyone, Valeska is the only wolf Violet won't insult, although she will complain nonstop. She is her mother, and one she unadmittingly loves.
Harper, seester supreme; although you are moody and full of the sass, you are a gifted healer, and I love you with every fiber of my being (which is many, because I have much hair).
Valeska is great to sit on. Makes for a wonderful sister and confidant. Smol bean. Perfection. Must be protected at all costs. Other than her children, Valeska is the most important wolf of her existence.
Mysterious. Sinuous. Fascinating. You shine like spun gold in the sun - not that you are active in the daytime, this is just what I imagine you would look like during it - but you are my other half, my best half, my star with amethyst eyes. I shall never leave your side.
Long have I struggled with how to handle you. You are... strange, in a dark way, and you have a fondness for dead things which I do not understand at all, but at least you are passionate about something.
My son, the first to enter this world, my heart; I wish you were not so troubled. It has not been an easy path for you, but with the guidance of the Five, we shall overcome.
I did not recognize the significance of your red fur until it was too late. Although I still tried to shield you from Amaranth's ire and the memory of her past, the damage was done, and you have gone your own way - wherever you go, be well, my son.
While Valeska isn't cruel like his other mother, Amaranth, she still has her own issues - she's easily distracted and seems far too preoccupied with shepherding Dimitri and organizing parties, and has a tendency to overlook trouble brewing within her own home. Also, she talks too much.
My angel, my heart-song; your sudden disappearance from this world has carved a hole in my chest that shall never be filled. You will always be my daughter, wherever you are; even in death... though I hope it is not true.
You are feisty and headstrong, traits I see you have inherited from myself. Oh, dear! Already I have had to extricate you from the consequences of your own behavior, but it is endearing, I shall admit. You shine like the sun - and burn just as hot.
Why are you speaking to your leftovers? Address your мать to her face, not a pile of bones! Amaya!
Ah, she has gone... if only it were to take a bath.
The bones say good things about my silver mother.
I never know what you are thinking - I look into your eyes, their color I gave you, but see only my own reflection staring back. You are quiet and keep to yourself, but at least you have Aelia to watch over you.
Perhaps in time, you will open up to me.