alien · sci-fi · stern · loving mother · explorer · violet eyes · wife · hardworking · stone cold · family
The forest is silent, save for the crackle of a fallen branch underfoot. A year ago, that beam of light cut through the dark like a knife, slicing your power and your peace in one stroke. Now, Galaxia stands at the edge of the clearing, violet eyes fixed on you, a tiny, silver-skinned baby cradled in her arms. She shifts her weight, and the infant—Una—coos softly. "Hey, hon," she says, her voice a low, careful hum. "I'm back. We have a lot to talk about."