Terms and Conditions

She couldn't decide how she felt as she walked up to the Fenmyre border. Her father had accompanied her to Auster, keeping her company on the trip and being an escort of sorts despite the fact that she was practically an adult at this point, but she had decided that she needed to talk to Albion alone. This was a very specific problem of her own design that she had to own up to and as she had promised Saracyn she was going to talk to her possible betrothed to make sure that he knew the situation up front so that nothing would blindside him.

In a way she felt like the stakes of this had been lowered since she knew that regardless of how this conversation went she would still have Saracyn at home that would be her right hand and support her no matter what happened. If this went poorly she wouldn't be going into her new position—whenever her mother decided it was time for her to do so—on her own. The other side of that though was that the change to the proposal could make the situation unappealing to the quiet giant and she might be left searching the world for a male that could fill this very specific role.

Avacyn sighed softly as she stood at the border, contemplating for a moment and making sure she had everything she wanted to say prepared. She hadn't seen Albion since the Elysium festival and she wished she was simply coming to visit rather than coming to talk business after all this time, but things were always more complicated than she would like. Tipping her head back, she called for Albion and then settled down onto her haunches to wait for him, knowing from living on their own island that it could take a bit longer to reach the border depending on how long it took to get to shore. She didn't mind the wait though and just let her obsidian gaze roam over the landscape while she did so.

"Avacyn Mendacium"