09-10-2015, 05:32 PM
For Irina, the only thing she observed was the unmarred face of her youngest child. Soon, the wide flare of her eyes narrowed, and Jaxen flinched in response. She had been given little information on the specifics of his recovery, only that he had made contact, was in distress, and needed extraction from whereever in the countryside he emerged. "Are you well?"
She asked of him, laying her hands on his shoulders as though she wasn't quite sure she was going to believe him regardless of what he said.
Jaxen's half smile was sincere, but lacked the usual gilding he used as distraction. "Yes I am fine."
He did manage to slither out of his mother's grasp but only to divert her attention elsewhere. "Thanks to them,"
he gestured at Sierra and Elias. It had been Elyse's things that kept him warm, though, but he didn't add in that little detail. His mother always found it insanely adorable when he paraded around in her "dress up" clothes as a toddler. There was no point dredging up those memories.
"Sierra and Elias,"
he began, "this is my mother, Irina Marveet."
She had never changed her surname after the divorce, claiming that she would maintain the last name of her children until she died. Despite the fact she had gone on to be remarried and divorced twice more since then.
Irina's gaze surveyed the two that her son claimed responsibility for his safety. "For my son to gloat on you means you did something extraordinary. Please stay for a while. You must be hungry, or at least need a freshening up."
Her heavily made up eyes fell onto Sierra in particular in that moment, but like her son, she diffused any hint of snobbery with a glittering smile. "And it will give you time to think about where you want to go next."
So she had been listening after all.
She laid her hand on Jaxen's arm, "Enough standing around outside. Let's go indoors."
Jaxen complied, glancing at the two to see if they would follow, but when his mother leaned to whisper something into his ear, he snapped back, paling as he swallowed his words. Your father's waiting.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Sep 10 2015, 09:24 PM.
She asked of him, laying her hands on his shoulders as though she wasn't quite sure she was going to believe him regardless of what he said.
Jaxen's half smile was sincere, but lacked the usual gilding he used as distraction. "Yes I am fine."
He did manage to slither out of his mother's grasp but only to divert her attention elsewhere. "Thanks to them,"
he gestured at Sierra and Elias. It had been Elyse's things that kept him warm, though, but he didn't add in that little detail. His mother always found it insanely adorable when he paraded around in her "dress up" clothes as a toddler. There was no point dredging up those memories.
"Sierra and Elias,"
he began, "this is my mother, Irina Marveet."
She had never changed her surname after the divorce, claiming that she would maintain the last name of her children until she died. Despite the fact she had gone on to be remarried and divorced twice more since then.
Irina's gaze surveyed the two that her son claimed responsibility for his safety. "For my son to gloat on you means you did something extraordinary. Please stay for a while. You must be hungry, or at least need a freshening up."
Her heavily made up eyes fell onto Sierra in particular in that moment, but like her son, she diffused any hint of snobbery with a glittering smile. "And it will give you time to think about where you want to go next."
So she had been listening after all.
She laid her hand on Jaxen's arm, "Enough standing around outside. Let's go indoors."
Jaxen complied, glancing at the two to see if they would follow, but when his mother leaned to whisper something into his ear, he snapped back, paling as he swallowed his words. Your father's waiting.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Sep 10 2015, 09:24 PM.