Guess this is your heads up

Avacyn had half expected her aunt to lash out as she had before, but to her pleasant surprise Desponia simply looked away, stating that she could make no promises. From anyone else it might have felt dismissive or possibly even passive aggressive, and on the surface it certainly felt that way, but this was a drastic change from the Desponia she had encountered before. It made her feel like–in their own way–they were finally making progress and that there might actually be some kind of hope that they might finally be able to find some common ground. Avacyn relaxed a bit and a little smile tugged at her lips. "Well... Promises or not, I'm happy for you," she replied genuinely. No matter how estranged from their family Desponia was, she and her soon to be children were still family and any addition to their family was a blessing.

She began to turn to walk away, but she paused, hesitating before she turned back to Desponia again to add, "You know... It's not too late. A commandment of our family laws is that the transgressions of the parent do not transfer onto the child. I understand if you never want to be a Mendacium by name and if you would rather carve your own path with your children... I can't blame you in the slightest for wanting to do so... Our family has not always and still does not have the best judgement at times... But if you did ever decide that you wanted to take on our name I would be proud to give it to you." She didn't expect any kind of response from Desponia and almost hoped that there wasn't. She simply wanted the knowledge to be with her so that if she ever felt the desire to do so she would know the offer was there. She gave Desponia another smile then before she turned and started down the path toward the center of the island.

"Avacyn Mendacium"