In all of this conversation Angelica seemed to take a few things from the conversation with her mother. The first of which was more understanding of what she was, a born goddess not just 'Holy Princess' or some sort of partial Celestial as she had been led to believe. There was the talk of plural goddesses including her own mother who was the goddess of Justice and someone called the Mother who birthed 'The Seven' which made it sound like there was some sort of strangeness surrounding the singular god religion she was taking part in. What else was it? Well there was a confirmation and apology from her mother about her current life situation, it wasn't what she wanted for her. The idea that her mother had been trapped somewhere wasn't something she knew or understood. There seemed to be a lot of things missing from Angelica's education. Just the same Astraea seemed to trust that the lass would become a proper embodiment of Justice claiming that it was supposed to be blind and not involve 'Wrath' as she put it. This was a lot to take in but there was comfort and warmth from her mother in a moment like this and Angelica given what her life was like found herself easily accepting her mother's words and the warmth provided by contact with her.
"I still don't understand, how am I supposed to grow Justice and how will I know if I am right?" she asked this brought a gentle pat from the woman against her back as she gave the only kind of advice she could in a moment like this. It was both advice of a practical physical nature and that of a metaphysical or magical nature. "Practice, the growth of Justice will be influenced by what you put into it, what you do with it. And none can truly know if they are right they just have to trust in their ideals and standards... As long as you do not go against the feelings provided by your deepest root, you will only do what is right," she said to the girl. This she knew as she'd grown and created her from nothing and she'd grown into this beautiful thing she was. "But what about you? If I take this on what happens to you?" the girl asked of her mother. This was the first time they'd spoken in a thousand years, she didn't want to fully accept her new role if it would mean the end for her mother. They'd only just met. "You have no need to worry for me little one. I will not die for handing this over, and by giving it to you our connection will be strengthened. You will need only reach the same sort of meditative state to continue speaking with me while not so obviously engaged in your mana transfer," she mentioned causing a blush to appear on the face of Angelica.
"There is no reason for shame here nor anywhere else. The acts you are engaged in answer the Call of Creation, it is simply the nature of Creators when together to find someone to create with, you seem to have found someone who does exactly that..." she stated. Ah, the elders of this world were all just a bit strange weren't they, but at least Angelica was right to assume they weren't doing anything considered wrong. Strangely, as those powers she gained from her mother settled within her person, Astraea began to shift her form quite a bit. She became paler the deep color of her blue hair shifting as well to a lighter color. Her more elaborate clothing was shifted into much simpler Greek style dress with a large blue jewel at her right hip as she handed over the majority of herself to her daughter and took from her a bit of something more normal. "Now, while you grow Justice into what is needed, I will participate in what I believe the mortals call 'retirement'. I will always be here to counsel you, but the scales are yours now, determine their balance as you see fit, but do not turn a blind eye to slights past nor present," said the woman who pressed her lips against Angelica's forehead and stepped away from the girl taking a good look at her. She saw in her lots of what was meant for the one she was originally creating but also much of herself. Least of all she saw the influence of the last but that was not important to the current time. The girl would find her way in this world and eventually they would come together for a more familial talk. Ah she could tell her more later, she guessed there would be some time in the near future. Still there was a nagging thought, what had the man who'd taken Luviagelita been thinking? Why was she so uninformed and what was being planned here? Well from the perspective of Astraea that was for the girl and her new creative partner to find out. Done were the old gods meddling in the world humanity built.