Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-28718853-20191110001454

As the three relax in the lounge, Forjod turns to Mythria and asks, "Mom?"

"Yes dear?" Mythria inquires as her eyes shift to her son.

"What do you think you'll do?" asks Forjod.

"Do what?" Mythria asks confused.

"What do you think you'll do if you meet her again?" Forjod inquires.

"Who are you talking about dear?" asks Mythria.

"The person who betrayed us? Our nation," Forjod asks in a quieter voice.

Mythria's face darkens when she figures out who her son is talking about. Her left hand clenches into a fist. Though this painful memory is brief as she soon relaxes and tells her son, "Let's not talk about that here and just enjoy this night."

"Right, sorry," Forjod utters as he turns away in shame.