Turning Tables

Epiphron Adravendi-Mathias couldn't have been more relieved when her husband appeared from within the den, with no children in tow. With a gently sigh, she returned the embrace with a gentle nuzzle. "This is Arian," she introduced gently, leaning down to watch the girl carefully. It was funny, she didn't look entirely unlike their own children in some ways...

Slowly she, too, came to recline on her hindquarters, her movements slow and deliberate so as not to startle the young girl. But she did seem to trust her, and feel comfortable around her, since Natsu had told his daughter of her, of Seracia; she was thankful to not have to deal with a child who was outright terrified, as well as having just lost her mother.

"She was brought here by her mother, Jaile. She was mated to Natsu, a friend of mine that I came to know shortly before our wedding." She paused, knowing it might be hard for Arian to listen to the story again, but it was something that had to be explained. Instinctively she leaned down again to place a gentle kiss on the top of her head, proud of the girl for being so strong still. "She told me that Natsu had been killed." The number of deaths recently had seemed rather larger, and she shifted, uncomfortable at the thought of her children ever venturing out into the world beyond the borders of Seracia. "She... was in awful condition. Natsu had spoken highly of me, and she wished that her daughter live her life in safety and comfort. She lies now on the border. She... did not make it." Another sigh left her lips; the topic was uncomfortable and upsetting, and she grew somewhat distraught, knowing what she had just seen... what Arian, too, had seen.