“Maybe I should have stayed home, but…” Ambroise trailed off as she began making her way towards him.
Anxiety immediately flared like an inferno as she drew near. Each footstep felt akin to a hand hoisting the guillotine higher overhead as Gaston’s mangled corpse sprung to mind, her fiery presence lapping at the rope. The eye contact he held felt like a candle, requiring more and more effort to fuel under the choking influence of dread. But, within him, there was some rationality - he knew she wouldn’t kill him, he hadn’t done anything wrong. He thought as much at least; there were no salient smoke signals he could see.
He could only look up at her looming figure, his heart beginning to hammer at his ribcage, the need to fly growing in spite of reason. Silent, he waited for the volcano to erupt, shifting slightly on his heels while he forced his arms to remain at his sides. After a few seconds, his mother’s face bloomed in a smile. He felt warmth flit through himself at the sight, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. Enveloped in her arms, his body seized up briefly, before he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back, not quite sure if this was a dream or reality. Despite being unable to breath, the swallow was ecstatic.
Ambroise stepped back, finger-combed hair framing an almost amethyst face. Subtly he shifted his weight from foot to foot as though still caught in her rocking arms. A quick glance over his shoulder betrayed his embarrassment better, though pride ruled over his visage primarily. After a few seconds of swaying, the blue bovinite stilled. Though as he stood, his expression faltered as her words were processed. By her own words, he had earned his place by her side, and yet he felt a trickle of uncertainty looking up at her.
“I- thank you, that’s all I ever wanted - to make you proud. I… Eheh, I’m a little lost for words, pardon me.” He chuckled bashfully, before composing himself, “Yes, yes… I am a changed man- I did what they wouldn’t. It is the highest honour to be called your son, my queen and mother. And as I blossomed today, I’ll put everything I have into ensuring the house does too - I promise. May it prove eternal,”
He concluded with a self-reassuring nod. Keeping his elation in check was difficult, but mostly manageable. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he collected his thoughts: Not only had he found his mother, he had earned his title of son. All thanks to Tahira and Nefera. He glanced over to the two with an appreciative smile likely destined to go undetected. Turning back as Samara eluded to Tahira’s title implication, he frowned a little. Comparatively, she seemed much more accomplished than himself. Brushing the thought aside, he opted to trust in Samara’s judgement and enjoy the moment.