Mother how art thou

His mother’s warm voice greeted him as he settled, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips as he began his musings. With recent events, such as his aunt’s departure and Hela’s abandonment of her children, he found himself ever more grateful to have the love, support, and presence of two elegant and powerful matriarchs such as his mother and grandmother. He was coming to the realization that many in Boreas didn’t have the same luxuries as him, so he tried to spend as much time with her as he could when time allowed. With his increase in training, that time had become less and less and while it wasn’t a bad thing, after all, he was training to become stronger to protect them, it still tugged at his heart.

She nudged a nearly finished snare toward him, the end still slightly frayed in order for him to attach his own twine to it. He pulled it close to him, plugging the two together before beginning to roll it against the stone beneath. Once connected, he pulled his paper and quill to him, jotting down a note before sliding it toward his mother. It read, ”How are you?”. It was a simple enough question, but also held a lot of meaning. His mother had been through a lot of disappointment recently, and being the big, glowing softy he was, he wanted to make sure she knew he was there for her. She’d done her part to raise him thus far, it was his turn to help her.