He looks good, happy, healthy. His room looks neat, well-kept. I don’t feel I made the wrong decision anymore by leaving him to the monk’s care. He seems to have had a very fruitful life so far. Sivienna thought as her lavender orbs examined her son’s living quarters intently. She could see that he still kept the blanket that she had wrapped in when she had to give him up. This alone made her heart skip a beat as she studied the rest of the room’s furnishings.

She could feel the heat of the large fireplace touching her skin like the warm ray’s of the sun. The vixen continued to assess the room’s belongings and she felt her heart skip another beat as she noticed the handkerchief enshrined in a glass case with a mask she did not recognize. She saw the opulence and wealth her son craved displayed clearly in his room. The only thing that looked out of place was the dingy wooden table, that seemed far less cared for than any other surface of the room. She could see claws, much like her own displayed neatly on the table. The faint scent of blood hung in the air, which made Sivi’s brow knit in concern. Aside from the claws, knives and lung poppers were displayed, evidence that her son clearly was similar in fighting style to his parents.

This made her glad she had decided to wear a fine purple dress, the dress was accented by light lavender lace, she had worn dark purple leather boots to match her dress and for once she had put on more jewelry than the normal pendent of darkness that rested against her bosom. She had donned earrings she had found on top of her dresser, nerves had made her put the amethyst studded hoops in her ears. Her kistune had tried to reassure her as she was changing in her apartment that everything would be fine, that her son would be alright and that she had no need to worry.

For once the normally talkative night beauty had been silent, staring nervously into the mirror above her dresser as Seth waited patiently for her. She didn’t say much to her kistune or her former lover as she silently finished getting her things together. They then had left to make their way to meet their son.

Smiling warmly, the vampriess moved forward to hug her son, her soft arms wrapped warmly around his lithe frame as she exclaimed “Salil baby, I see you still have the things I left with you. To me that means you at least remembered that your mother left you here!” her eyes were bright, warm, her heart beating rapidly though as she drunk in every inch of the child she hadn’t seen since he was a tiny infant in her arms.

Salil’s frame was stiff, the gloved hand that had brushed through his hair falling flatly to his side. His tone was neutral as he replied “Sivienna, yes I recognize you by your scent….lavender.” He motioned to the regal bed, where the blanket she had left him in was neatly laid there. “The monk’s told me, you left me in the blanket,, and gave me the handkerchief as well. I keep both as a memory to you, the woman who gave me life.” his steely gray eyes then fell on Seth as he murmured “You must be her lover, Seth. The man who helped create me…”

“I'm Seth, that's, right. I didn't know about you till after Sivi gave birth,” He said carefully, “I wasn't sure what I could do. I don't exactly operate in a situation good for kids.”

Salil’s stormy gray eyes studied Seth carefully, his gaze piercing the thief as if he was weighing whether the man’s words held truth. Seeing nothing hidden in gray eyes much like his own, Salil simply said “You could have at least come calling, left me something to remember you by, like Sivienna did…”

“I died about four months after I found out about you,” The Lavinian replied and he gestured to the mantle, “From the looks of things, you found something. Those knickknacks are your grandparents by the way, your grandmother was obsessed with them.”

Salil’s gaze shifted to the knick knacks displayed cutely above the fireplace. A softer tone was in his voice as he murmured “I see, I found them cute. I wanted them so I took them.” he explained finishing up “Somehow they called to me, I see now why. Thank you Seth.” his tone softened more as he murmured “You have a valid reason for not seeing me when I came here. Death is inevitable.” he said his tone darkening slightly as his eyes searched the thief “Still it seems trouble does befall you a lot.”

“You can ask your mother, I'm nothing but trouble. I manage best I can, but it's always something,” Seth carefully examined Salil, “How much have you dipped into it? How much did you sell yourself?

Sivienna pursed her lips, a squeal escaping from them as she murmurs “Seth hush! Nows not the time to ask question like that! He’s our child, don’t rush for answers that can wait!” she then turns to Salil and asks gently “Have you been well Salil? I see you have quite a grand room. Have you been happy here?” But your father is right dear, he is nothing but trouble, stubborn as they come and he never wants to listen to reason!” she gave Seth a soft smile as she said this though, and she finished with “He’s loyal though and loving, I know even though he couldn’t show you it, he loves you as well Salil….”