≈ Felt the faintest throes of the dastardly sentiment known as nostalgia. An old picture of Mother adorning my banner will have to suffice, for now. ≈
Mother? Is this an ancestor, a lusus, or... something closer to our concept of it?
Judging from the banner, she means her lusus.
≈ Ĩ'm sure Ĩ have a picture of my ancestor lying around here somewhere. Ĩ'll post it, eventually- Though she'll likely be poised to attack whomever decided to "snap a pic" at that current moment. As for the latter prospect, no, Ĩ lack any sort of concept of a human maternal figure. ≈
Ah, your lusus then. Tell me about her! I am as curious as half of my species would imply :3
≈ She was an affectionate thing. Motherly and providing- At least insomuch as a near-immobile beast the size of a large city could be. She would feed me whispers, utterances as such would be deadly to anyone not of my caste. Prophecy, detailing the end of our empire and the heights Ĩ would be able to rise from its ashes, were Ĩ to play my role to an acceptable degree. ≈ ≈ Ĩ would best describe my feelings on her as "lukewarm", after all this time. But Ĩ can most certainly thank her for both my success and survival, so despite all the posturing, Ĩ can't bring myself to harbor any grudges against her. ≈