What's The Story, Morning Glory?

It wasn't all that often that she was called to the border by a visitor, but it did seem like activity around their borders had ramped up slightly as of late. Maybe it was because of their new neighbors or maybe it was just because she was looking for things to do now more than ever and she was made more aware of the activity around them because of that. Either way, she was grateful for the distraction and the feeling of having a duty to fulfill. As soon as she heard the unfamiliar voice calling out from the border around the rock garden, she was on her paws and moving forward to meet their guest. She had been keeping her paws busy with some maintenance on her armor, but that could certainly wait.

It was a quick walk across the bridge that connected the island to the mainland and she swiftly moved between the rocks that dotted the land on the other side. Eventually she spotted the small, brown and black marked young woman that was draped in a cloak and trotted forward to greet her. As she got closer she caught a mixture of scents from her, but most strongly was the familiar scent of Ethne. There seemed to be a slight hint of the Armada from her cloak as well, but it was easy enough to assume that she had just come from the norther pack. The fact that she was from Ethne was enough to bring a friendly smile to her lips as she approached and dipped her head in greeting. "Hello, I'm Avacyn. Welcome to Elysium." Her head tilted with curiosity as she quickly added, "You wouldn't happen to be Haydée, would you? Your mother mentioned you'd be taking her place the last time we spoke."

"Avacyn Mendacium"