Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20160401054412

(Timeskip.)

The drive to Cardamom Manor was pretty uneventful, even in Sienna's well-maintiained classic car. The house and grounds were certainly as big as Laura imagined them, but not quite as gaudy. The three of them walked through the front door into a very large hall, complete with staircase running through the middle.

In the middle of the stairs, elegantly walking down, was a tall woman with long, flowing dark brown hair. She was definitely into middle age, but had a sort of refined air about her. Her dress was a dark blue, with numerous splotches of color scattered around. One one strap of her dress were what looked like either thick chopsticks or really thin knives. She kept her poise until reached the bottom of the stairs, when she let out a small squeal, gave Sienna a quick, peck on the cheek, then grabbed Azulius in a bear hug. Daphne heard at least one crack from her teammate.

"Sienna, darling!  And Azzie!  Where have the two of you been?  I was worried sick!" she continued.

"Mom!  Breathing!" the magician wheezed, his face soon the same color as his suit.

"Oh, nonsense, dear!  Breathing is considerably overrated," she smirked, finally releasing him. "It's almost cruel.  You're only home for a week, and your dreadful father has you spend it pulling jobs.  Just because they call it a crime 'family' does not mean that only family members can contribute!"

"Yes," Sienna agreed, wiping a bit of saliva with his sleeve. "But if you want something done well, it generally has to be kept in the family.  If you had just raised a less competent son, I wouldn't have to bring him everywhere."

"Erm, Dad, Mom?  Company." Azulius turned back to Daphne, his face both a little blue from lack of air and a little red from embarrassment. "My dad, you already met, but this is my mother, Opal Cardamom."