momma's always right
02-14-2021, 11:42 AM
His gaze flicked to Venom as she stood back, her expression clouded and unreadable. She looked well and Hattori knew that his mother wouldn’t go around attacking people for no good reason, but he sensed an odd tension in the air. As though there was something she knew that he did not. His attention, somewhat reluctantly, shifted from dark to light as he looked to his mother once more as she stood before him, her voice imbued with such emotion that it made his stomach ache. It wasn’t hard to imagine what she’d thought, that she’d lost her son, the only saving grace from the wreckage that was her marriage. But here they both were, Iga paws leaving tracks in a cold and foreign land, a twist of fate or perhaps this was how it was always supposed to end. With Iga collapsing beneath its own weight from within, having grown too strong too fast.
He looked to her companions next, who both seemed equally as startled to share his company once again. When had he spoken to his mother last? Hattori could barely remember, he was many things but a good son he was not, and Kiyo had been Iga’s ghost. Rarely seen and barely heard. But right here and now she was as real as he’d ever seen her to be, present in the moment as though her mind wasn’t wandering, dwelling on the what ifs and whys.
He did not rush to embrace her as a son ought to and instead held her back at arms length as always, remaining where he stood. But his cold and aloof air faltered for a moment as he offered her a deep bow, shoulders hunched and neck arched as he averted his gaze. She was his mother and the Lady of Iga, the titles might not amount for much in Boreas but he knew her worth and so acted accordingly. He held the position for a moment before he stood tall once more, catching the silver of her gaze with his own.
“What happened?” He asked reverting back to the common tongue, even if only for clarity's sake, so Venom would be on the same page as he was. “Why are you here?”