Darren Savan
Circe's Son
Something was off. Instead of wearing his usual goofy grin, Darren was staring emotionless at the table in front of him. Breakfast lay forgotten mere inches from his hands. The lad was never like this. What had caused it? It was fairly simple, but he had been given no explanation about it. Ven'Rain Sekairo, Darren's mum, was nowhere to be seen. She had died. Seeing as the lad was barely a year old (though was very mature and had been aged through Sith magic so he became 'nine') no one had told him the truth. Instead they said she was off on a business trip. Circe (his mother) was simply 'a busy woman'. So far Darren had been raised more by his nannies than his actual parents. That saddened him to a great extent. Now he had grown tired of this, and desperately missed Mummy reading him stories before bed.
"Nan? Can you ask mom if she can come home, at least for the weekend?" The lad spoke up, looking at his young nursemaid. She paled, but nodded. Standing up she left, going to contact her boss. By this point Circe was sure to have recovered from her wounds. Visiting her son (or even taking him with her) wouldn't be that difficult... Would it?
@[member="Circe Savan"]