Invitation and Surprise

Surprise was an understatement. As far as she knew, her aunt Meadow had been killed with the rest of them. But here she was, whole, sound, and just as bubbly as ever. The hesitation in her aunt was obvious, but Iolaire found herself moving towards the larger woman to pull her into an embrace. She remembered loving her aunt. While her mother was stoic and rather absent, Meadow had been very much a part of her childhood and had filled it with love and stories. The pale fae admitted to having missed her, then corrected herself to say that they had missed her. Iolaire shot a hesitant look towards her lounging mother. It didn't seem as though the giant woman had missed her, but with Resin, it was always hard to tell.

Pulling back from her aunt, she listened as the perky fae exclaimed that she wanted to hear everything. No... Iolaire wouldn't tell them everything. Her ears drooped slightly, but perked back up lest her mother read her. "We can talk about that later, Aunt Meadow." Taking a step back, she motioned towards the resting man. "This is Sirius: Warlord of the Ashen Armada." She turned to the leopard. "And this is Bast." She felt nervous mentioning her ties to the man, but she did so anyway. "Sirius is my adopted brother. I am his healer and ambassador for the Armada." See, mom? I made something of myself. Tail twitching slightly behind her, she asked, "I was told that my father is dead. How did he die?"