A Mother's Love

In the aftermath of the raid with Valta, Saracyn had been mulling over how he and Avacyn were going to handle their situation. Things were changing, an inevitable crossroads reached and an ultimatum decided on. Ava had planned to have a conversation with Albion to discuss their position and he would need to prepare to have a chat with her with their mother. Sara did not suspect Manea would be too pleased with the news they were bringing her, but at the same time it was a conversation that they couldn't avoid. He knew their mother loved them both very much and that she had always wanted what was best for them and their happiness, but would that same mantra ring true when she was faced with the twins defying her expectations and hopes for them? Saracyn obviously hoped for the best outcome, but the realistic side of him was also preparing an exit strategy for him and Avacyn should the worst case scenario come to pass.

The prince was alone at this time, sitting in his den shared with his twin sister and working on mending his armor and sword. Though they had not been terribly damaged during the raid, his grapple with the red wolf had left a few punctures in his leather armor that he was patching up, and his sword could always use a good honing. The sound of paws at the door made one crimson ear swivel back, and at first he suspected it was Avacyn returning from her patrol. He glanced back over his shoulder with a little smile, only to find a different violet fae standing there. While he wasn't disappointed to find Manea there instead of Ava, he was surprised to see her. They hadn't had any interactions just the two of them since they're falling out when she had proposed the arranged marriages to the twins a couple of seasons ago. While Sara was indeed a brute to hold a grudge, he did not keep any animosity towards his mother. Bygones were bygones, and she was doing what she thought was right for them.

"Mom! Come in," he greeted her in return, bidding her entrance with a simple tip of his head. She asked if they could talk, and Sara nodded his head. "Sure. Let me just finish this last stitch." Saracyn finished adding the last leather patch to his cuirass before setting the repair tools down on the workbench and came over to face his dam properly, his body language relaxed and easy, showing no signs of vindictiveness or malice towards her in his expression. "Is this about our performance in the raid? Because if it is, I assure you that Ava and I plan to address our fighters and shore up their shortcomings. We won't have so many lose their first fights next time." To say Saracyn was a little embarrassed by the performance of Elysium's first round of fights would have been an understatement.

"Saracyn Mendacium"