Summons of the Family

A picnic? Truly something was wrong with his mother. Why would Morrigan seek a family dinner with her children? The anxiety and nerves of the entire evening began crawling throughout his own body. What was his mother planning? Or was it truly a dinner just to see family? It didn't add up. In his own room, he paced back and forth stopping occasionally to look at maps sprawled around his desk. There was too much to be done. Dark spawn closing in on the city? And Morrigan wants to have a family dinner. He was about to have a mental break down but that familiar soothing voice echoed throughout him. That voice had calmed him. Like a wave collapsing on itself. He could hear the voice wrap around him. Warm essence applied the pressure he needed to let go of the anxiety of the dinner. Kieran took a deep breath and nodded to himself, [color=#0074d9]"Thank you...". [/color]The affirming words were gentle and kind as he approached his dresser and began dressing for dinner. 

The good thing about this dinner was that he would get to see his sister. He had been wrapped up with politics that he hadn't taken the time to stop by and say hello. He focused on that excitement to get him through the dinner. After what seemed like centuries of gathering the courage to arrive, he managed to see his mother. He wore black and gold dress wear. A robe along with pants and a matching dress shirt. [color=#0074d9]"Mother..."[/color] Kieran approached her as he lifted himself up with confidence to try to avoid acknowledging his anxiety.