"Come on in," Memphis said to the mother-daughter pair as soon as they made it to the tent's entrance. "Her Holiness is expecting you."
Lilia was a little nervous now that it was really coming down to it. Years had passed since she last saw Mikaela, and she couldn't help but wonder if their relationship was the same as it once was.
But seeing as how she already came this far, Lilia decided to just go for it.
Brushing aside the curtains of the tent, she walked inside. Sylvy was tightly holding her hand, acting nearly as nervous as she was.
Memphis trailed behind them, finding the similarities between her mother and this Lilia quite amusing. They were both so agitated about meeting each other that it totally made one overlook the fact that they were both powerhouses of their respective races.
