<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2c/08/70/2c087096bca0dc4604c14e18468706ce.jpg)</div>That was the real question to ask. Why would mother summon all of them like this? Whatever it could be, it was going to be important.<strong>"I am certain all are asking that. Personally, I suspect it's mothers name day... and here I am with no gift at the ready."</strong>Erevan said with a subtle touch of sarcasm to his speculation. Talking with the small gathering, particularly Abduxuel was decent way to pass the time. True it would merit no answer but he prefers to be at ease on this regard. It would not do to needlessly dwell on it. Especially when they shall find out in due time.<br/><br/>The last of his immediate family was to arrive fashionably late. Ilivarra was always a lovely vision in her own right and beautifully dangerous as any viper would be. Still a breath of fresh air to be acknowledged by his kin with the name given on nameday. Even with an overtly sweet tone that gave the impression of someone trying too hard to be nice, the embrace of his sister was welcomed. The relationship of the three was always complicated so the small things matter.<strong>"Far too long, Ilivarra. I have been well."</strong>As the greetings continued, soon the court mage made his appearance known with a clasp of his book closing shut.<br/><br/>Indeed the mage and his matron had decided to emerge in grandiose fashion as his mother was being flanked by two new pets, obviously freshly broken in by Aergrim. He assumes such because they bear the usual molding rituals. Remade until they were exaggerated into the forms what could only be described by Erevan as a perverted nymph or fair folk. Fitting for the surface dwelling pale skins. Indeed his mother looked like a conquering hero spoke in drow tales as she began to explain.<br/><br/>Only to make Erevan raise his brows in surprise as he was addressed by name. He took one step forward and knelt down, head bowed with his right hand place upon the floor. After a few moments he rose his head to listen to what was said. An early naming day gift was to be his and apparently his mother knew of his tastes very well. That of taboo races and he delighted in holding the leash of surface dwelling fools. However what was more interesting that this slave he was being gifted with was meant for the fields. Pleasure was her reward for obedience not for casual stress relief. Curious as to what could this woman do, he would have to remember that for later. He listened carefully to what his mother spoke of. But he was smiling and bowed his head towards his mother.<strong>"Thank you, my Matron."</strong>Privately he would have to thank her again informally but for now the proper thanks shall be given. He rises to his feet to watch his new right hand slave walk forward to him. His eyes firmly affixed upon her heightened beauty and tantalizing form.