The skeletal figure that sat across from Sanria did not frighten her at all, but he did give her a moment's pause. It wasn't every day that one saw one of the undead licking an ice cream cone as it dribbled down his hand. Their conversation, however, was nice and Sanria felt that Kaz would certainly be a welcomed addition to the clan, provided he met with one more member to solidify the steadily prevailing opinion. The gentle conversation removed Sanria from the news she had been given the night before -Kaliadra had lied about her pregnancy, and Colin was sleeping in the castle.
She parted ways with Kaz and went immediately to her office. There, she buried herself in work transcribing parts of an ancient tome onto a piece of parchment. She felt a comfort in having to focus so heavily on each word. She couldn't think when she had to restrict her thoughts to ensure that she was writing the correct symbols, the correct phrases, the - "Um, Mom... you busy?"
How much time had passed? Sanria looked up into the eyes of Orn with a smile. "Orn, come in. Please. No, just... making a mess." Hours? She cleared her desk, and offered Orn a seat. "What did you want to discuss?"
Sanria was prepared for anything. She'd assumed Orn had also met with Kaz, or had questions about the clan. She wore a smile as she thought about her son and how he'd become a wonderful man. It warmed her heart even more that Mirin and he were so happy. Still, something was tugging at her. There was embarrassment on her son's face. Why?
"Well, uh..."
"Everything alright?"
"Yeah, yeah... uh, Dad asked me to come talk to you. Well, I guess more to see if you would talk to him."
Sanria's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Colin had dragged Orn into the middle of things. Unfairly so. "Orn... I'm sorry he asked you to do that. I'll make sure he knows not to involve you or put you in the middle of things."
"No, Mom. It's ok. I would have told him no if I didn't want him to ask. It's just, weird, you know."
"Yeah, I know." More than she cared to admit. "Just... yes. Send him in. I'll talk to him."
She had to dismiss Orn, apparently Colin had even made provisions for their son to sit in on what Sanria expected was going to be yet another proclamation of his undying, unyielding devotion. She was going to make this stop. She had said her goodbyes. Colin would simply have to accept them.
