It wasn't often that Spardia pulled strings of any sort, but today was a special occasion. Hexia was showing huge promise as a blood witch, Atticus held his roots strongly in his families vampiric heritage with just a touch of her magic. And Eden....was Eden. The child was rather aloof with her family, never really wanting to engage. Spardia couldn't allow that--the situation mirrored her own childhood too closely. But, unlike her parents, she was going to do something about it.
The request had been odd--Tremere had been sent off with the other siblings and the restaurant the couple had first met at sat empty save for Spardia herself. The tables had largely been cleared off to the side, leaving only a single table in the center of the room with a small assortment of goodies. Candies and sweets mostly--a few spiced ciders to warm the soul from the cold front that held the coast in its icy grip.
Two chairs were placed side by side, though Spardia had yet to take her seat. Eden had not yet shown, though her mother was confident the girl would. It was not often either parent requested a private audience with one of their children...or on such short notice.