He wondered what Valkis might have said to her about Seracia. Certainly it was nothing good, as he felt that the prodigal son did not care much for his home. Then again, it couldn't be all bad or she wouldn't be here - would she? Perhaps he hadn't said much at all. Valkis wasn't exactly the talkative child. The later was the most likely scenario, but he couldn't rightly predict the erratic behavior of the boy who had somehow grown to hate him. She would soon confirm that Valkis had told her nothing, and would further her speech stating that he'd been in a suicidal state when she'd met him. Well, that wasn't promising at all, was it? She'd been a killer by nature, but had spared the boy for one reason or another. She'd talked him into living instead of dying. She was joining for her son, and would understand if the King denied her. But should he? He'd only just discussed with Elphaba the serious lack of judgement he had for the marred pasts of others. How could he go back on his word and deny this woman for hers?
"Your past is just that - the past. However, what you must understand, if you are to become a part of this Kingdom, is that your past cannot define you. Seracia is a peaceful pack, striving for honor, living with respect, and seeking the greater good. If you can see yourself among those morals then you are welcome to join us. If you cannot, then I must advise you not to enter into our ranks. Murder may be your past, but in Seracia it cannot be your future." The ball was in her court now. If she could find herself and her son living under Seracia's guidelines, then Gerhardt had no problem with her joining. However, if chaos and killing were still on her agenda, she had better make her way elsewhere. The King had no time for dissension in his ranks. Gaze was solid and sincere, hinting that his words were serious and important. She had better think long and hard. Tail swayed casually behind him as he switched his amethyst gaze from the woman to her son, and back again.
