The road ahead is long

There was…so much happening recently that it was making Kiyo’s head spin. Her son had suddenly abandoned his family and set out to Auster and the man she was beginning to suspect she harbored feelings for, had suddenly gotten his memory back and none of the memories really seemed to be good. For not the first time in her life, she felt like she was floating, unsure of which way the current was taking her. She needed to right her boat, and, after speaking with Magnus, they’d decided that the best way to do that, for both of them, was to take a trip. But before any of that, she wanted to let Venom know what was happening and to check on her. The Empress was, and always would be, a daughter to her. She was the mother of her grandchildren, whom she loved very much, and there was a lot in her that Kiyo could see from herself. She deserved happiness.

The woman walked through the halls of the palace for what would probably be the last time for a while. She’d grown fond of the halls, their musky scent and their cool walls hugging her like a friend. They weren’t making it easy. She poked her head into the Great Hall, happy to see Venom within. ”Venom. Can I speak with you?” she asked gently. Her tone left plenty open for rejection. Though her and her son looked nothing alike other than their silver eyes, she understood she was still probably one of the last wolves that she wanted to see. If she was told to leave, she would do so without complaint.

"Hattori Kiyo"