Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20141030230724/@comment-11588669-20141102025506

Slate's mother frowned. Her opinion on that man was well known, and not at all positive. But her expression melted into one of warmth.

"I know we asked this of you years ago..."

"...mom, again, seriously?!"

"Shush, boy. Esi, keep our son out of trouble, please. Lord knows that he's going to need someone to keep his tail out of the fire. Sometimes literally." Slate scowled at his mother, and pointed at Esi.

"I told you, that was Cu!" A frying pan was brandished, and the male immediately backed up behind his friend. "Nevermind, I got stupid and it was me!" The woman smirked. "Anyways, Esi, you know our door is open if you need anything...don't hesitate to call..." She began to sniff, tears in her eye. Slate winced, and approached his mom, offering words of comfort.

"It's okay, Mom...we'll be fine..."

"Why you wanted to become a Huntsman has escaped me, kit..." His father stepped in. "But I'm proud you got accepted. You too, Esi. You've both worked very hard to get where you are."