We fall down
12-03-2014, 09:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-03-2014, 09:47 PM by Epiphron.)
Perhaps in another scenario the serenity of the night would've proved to be romantic; but instead, it simply made her feel painfully nostalgic. Her mind would whirl as she focused on the male before her. If Chrysanthe might ever decided to be a mother, she decided that her sons would be the splitting image of this stranger. Ebon nose would twitch as she took in his scent, examining it and storing it carefully in her mind. He would turn to face her, and she took in his features gladly. Though she was fairly certain that he was an Adravendi, it wouldn't have been too strange she had simply been mistaken. However, he was an in fact an Adravendi. A smile painted her lips, tail twitching where it lay behind her. Blue eyes gleamed in the moonlight as she stepped a bit closer to the one called Kismet. He introduced himself as Azalea's son. Was this one if the children that Isardis had forced upon her? Nose would wrinkle for a moment as she considered. "I am Epiphron Adravendi," she would offer, an air of confidence building as she spoke. "I suppose I am your great-aunt, though that makes me sound terribly old." The smile she displayed was friendly and genuine, though a hint of mischief lurked behind her stare. Though she couldn't help but feel betrayed by Azalea, her son was not to blame -- even if the thought of his mother made her stomach churn with anger. "It is a shame we haven't met sooner..." |