We fall down

*Epiphron* · 12-09-2014, 07:22 AM

Her posture held a bit of playfulness to it as she stood and gazed upon her great nephew. Epiphron was always grateful to meet family that she didn't know well -- especially those she didn't even know of. She'd known Azalea was pregnant by Isardis some time ago, but she had never been given the opportunity to meet these children. She wondered, briefly, if Kismet knew that he was not an Adravendi by blood; it was not a well-known fact, as Collision had been her brother as long as she could remember, but in truthfulness it was mostly coincidence (and a fair amount of Soleil's bloodline) that had led to Kismet looking alarmingly similar to herself.

Her gaze was almost kind as she searched him, a kind of warmth emanating from her that was typically reserved solely for her family. "I am," she agreed quickly. If there was a single thing Epiphron was proud of, besides being an Adravendi, it would be that she was Chrysanthe's sister. A painful tension tugged at her chest at the mention of her. How was she faring, she wondered? There was little to no chance that Gideon had stuck around to care for her. She could only hope she was well, wherever she might be, though she new in her heart that their paths would cross again someday.

"Were you brought up in Glaciem, Kismet?" a tentative question would fall from her lips. With Isardias as a father, she couldn't help but wonder what he thought of the Adravendi family. He seemed pleasant enough and willing to talk, but that didn't erase the possibility that he'd be taught something untrue growing up. "And your mother -- is Azalea around?" Though she didn't want to speak with her, she was still curious as to her niece's whereabouts.

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