"Mother. It's been a while." Rivi turned to face the figure of her daughter whom she had failed so many years ago when she had let the kingdom entrusted to her protection fall.
"Evera," Rivi exhaled, her voice laced with pain. "How have you been? Are you still on the Continent of the Gods, have you been keeping safe?"
"Yes Mother," Evera sighed at her mother's overprotectiveness. "The gods don't take much interest in mortal affairs, and our merchant's guild has been quite prosperous for at least the past few centuries. Even if they wanted to uproot us, it would hardly be easy."
"Good, good," Rivi looked down, unsure of what to say next. After all her failures it felt wrong to play the part of the concerned mother. They hadn't even seen eachother in decades, and here she was pretending to care about her daughter's safety? Of course, she really did care, but after all she'd done, did she really have a right to?
