”I’m sure it does,” Mystique replied to the chauffeur, her gaze lingering on the sleek limo for a moment more before moving on. Her expression was mild, politely interested, a small smile lingering at the fringes of her lips as she watched the father-son reunion. She guessed that it was one of those things that supposedly gave people the warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of their stomachs…or at least, that’s what the books said. She could have laughed at the thought, but she refrained from doing so. It seemed that it had indeed been quite a long while since the two had last seen each other, and apparently, both had a lot to tell each other about the ongoings that had taken place over a period of non-correspondence. It got her thinking though, was this what happened with all families? One would settle down with a mate, have children, and eventually, they’d all wander off in their own directions, never to even look back on their parents? This rendez-vous had apparently been one of lucky chance, and one would have guessed that father and son might never had met again had it not been for Sefiria’s little…mishap. Myst’s expression was musing as she mulled over things in her head, only half-listening to the ongoing conversation.
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Bright gold eyes flitted from face to face as Sefiria listened to the banter between the two men, who apparently went by the names of Fioray and Demne. Indeed, they were unconventional names, but they were both unique, and personally, Sefiria liked them. She tended to go off on tangents once in a while, but it didn’t take her long to focus her mind back on the train of thought that the conversation was taking. The uplifting feeling of reunion was almost tangible to her, and she was more than happy to let the emotion sweep her off her feet, expressed in a vibrant smile which lit up her elegant features. As quickly as the euphoric feeling came about though, it took a near 180° turn, a new emotion crashing down like a wave upon the shore. Sefiria had the unconventional, but acute ability to sense emotions in others, a very sensitive sort of sixth sense which, if dominating enough, could easily sway her own emotions. She was caught by surprise when an overwhelming torrent of sorrow suddenly pervaded the air, so strong that it felt like a solid brick wall she had been slammed into. The smile on her features faded slowly, replaced by one of veiled consternation, the disquiet and mild alarm on her gentle visage barely hidden, due to the strength of the single emotion. The carefree sparkle in her bright gold eyes had been replaced with concern, and after her gaze flicked quickly from face to face, it came to rest on that of Fioray’s, her soft eyes questioning. It was naturally part of her persona to care for those in pain or sadness, as not doing so would hurt her as much as it did them. His visage clearly stated that he didn’t want anyone’s pity though, so she simply bit her lip and held her tongue, eventually allowing her gaze to drift back to the conversation, although it occasionally flitted back to Fioray, a veiled concern still glimmering in their depths.
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Mystique, although not as fine-tuned to emotions as Sefiria was, noticed that the mood had changed slightly, but Fioray had already brushed it off by the time she looked over at him. Having known Sefiria for years now though, she could tell that something was not quite right, but knowing her, decided that holding her silence would be the wisest course of action.
”A soap opera indeed, sir,” she laughed. ”Have you ever considered going into the field yourself, like your son?” Her tone was half-joking as she replied. Indeed, it would be quite interesting to watch a soap opera on a pair such as these two. ”You’ll have to inform me if and when it comes out.” She grinned at them, trying to lighten the atmosphere again. At Fioray’s comment about the kidnapper, she turned to him. “It’s true, we might be able to track him down, but perhaps there has already been enough violence here for one day. It’s really up to you though…I, for one, am not used to all of this action in one day. You see, it’s generally quite quiet back at home.” And rather dull and lifeless as well…she added to herself, half wistfully, although her face betrayed none of her thoughts. Sometimes, one could use a little action once in a while in their life.