He was well, awkward. His emo teen attitude showing through with his expression and raised brow. Almost a look of 'um, why are you talking to me?' on his face.

Somewhere in Wardruna, that hurt. She would have never imagined children her mother having not being as close to her as any of her other siblings had been. Yet the evidence was there, staring Wardruna in the face.

She tried her best not to get down about it. If she barely knew them now, Wardruna could fit that. If they didnt have a want for it, it would not be without Wardruna trying.

This festival is sure different from the ones we've had in Northfall... She attempts at small talk then as she draws a bit nearer. A lot more flowers, far less blood. She says with a flash of her teeth in grin.