The 59 Sound

Warja made a few more sounds the made it clear she was not happy with current events but finally offered the male?s name. With a smile Alamea dipped her head in his direction. Then her attention was turned to another figure, this one another of her children. Despite herself the white woman chuckled both at the expression worn upon her son?s face as well as Warja?s retort. ?No worries Eirik.? She said and placed a quick lick upon the boy?s head.
Friend of yours? Alamea kept a tight lid on her laughter this time, though another grin cracked her mask. So it seemed that she was on the same page of at least one of her children. Though as Warja explained a frown whipped the smile away and the woman turned rosy eyes once more upon Kismet. ?If you don?t mind my prying?? She began warily, glancing at Warja in warning. ?Your mother, wouldn?t happen to have been Azalea would she?? The boy certainly resembled the russet faced woman; and even though Alamea had only properly spoken to her once it was hard to miss the Adravendi woman.