What's The Story, Morning Glory?

As Haydée bounced over to join her at her side for them to walk toward the pack's main island, Avacyn smiled and began to walk back the way she came with the new Ethne leader in tow. The difference in height between them didn't go unnoticed, of course, so she did try to keep her pace on the slower side without making it obvious that she was trying to walk more to a pace that would be comfortable for Haydée. She chuckled as the smaller young woman mentioned how she had walked more now than she had in her entire life and Ava nodded in agreement. "You kind of forget just how big Boreas is until you start trying to cross from one end to another," she joked, remembering all too well how tiring the trip to visit a few packs had been. She knew she'd have to make that trip again eventually, but it could wait till she actually had something of note to report.

As they settled into a comfortable stride across the Rock Garden, Haydée brought up the news of her father's murder, bringing Avacyn's gaze down to the smaller woman at her side. The sadness in her expression as she spoke was obvious and hardly surprising. "Your mother did share that news with me the last time we spoke. I'm very sorry for your loss," she replied sympathetically. She was certainly no stranger to grief these days, but she wouldn't pretend to know what it might have felt like to lose a parent in such an abrupt and violent way. "How are you and your family holding up? Is there anything we can do to help?" she questioned with a little tilt of her head. The fact that Haydée was standing here instead of Bellamy did show that the loss had indeed effected the former alpha badly enough to force her to step down from her position, but she still hoped that their family was finding a way through regardless.

"Avacyn Mendacium"