There were few moments in the long stretch of time were the being known as Tyr Vanth found herself truly content, and most of those moments were spent with mother nature. A soft breeze filtered through the rustling leaves to caress her cheek like the phantom of a lover long lost. Though the breeze was quick to pass into memory, the peace it left her lingered in the form of a steady heart and a soft sigh. She was not a dragon, not in earnest, but not for the lack of effort on her creator's part. What had meant to be his draconic wife had become his undoing, but not before he imparted her with many attributes dragons shared. Longevity, durability, strength, and... bestial senses.
Emilia's ears twitched at the sounds that surrounded her, from the animals scurrying in the canopy to the pitter patter of a thousand shoes clattering against concrete. Engines growled in the distance, but that didn't compare to the smell. Carbon Dioxide mixed with the scent of a hundred animals singed her nose, and the scent of a hawk's recent kill did her no favors either. What had once been a peaceful little park had turned into something far less valuable. Perhaps she would have it bulldozed and replaced with a strip mall? That was the way America was going, after all. Why not kickstart the process.
Those bitter thoughts were cut short when the woman remembered just why she found herself in the loathsome little patch of green at that moment. The world had changed for the worse in recent years. Nathaniel and his unseen master were on the move, no doubt to eradicate the world of humanity as they had before, and what was hers needed protection before the man got his filthy paws on them. Sophia was protected at the mansion, however Faith and Lux were not. Quite the contrary, actually; it seemed only a short time ago someone had broken into her home. Had it not been for the work of that barbarian who knows what could have happened?
Times had become dangerous, it seemed, and as such she needed to be a presence in the lives she loved so deeply yet again. Ironic, considering the reason she left her family all those years ago was to protect them. Emilia's face turned into a wry grin at the thought of her father's deep baritone echoing within her skull, time makes fools of us all, little drakeling. That wry grin threatened to become a full bout of laughter before the woman pulled herself in. The goal wasn't to look like a crazy person. As much could be said as the woman wore the vintage white sundress that she adored so fiercely, and paired it with a matching wide brimmed hat and large purse.
Months ago she'd sent Faith a letter to explain herself. A sad smile crossed her lips as Emilia recalled the handwritten note. So few people retained the art of calligraphy in the world; Em was one such person. Each tasteful arch of her pen served to further complete the artistic construction of the letter's appearance. Beautiful wasn't often something that a person would attribute to a few words scrawled on paper, but that letter could only be described as such.
I hope this letter finds you in good health, and that you find the news it contains as happy. My name is Emilia Mercer, and I'm you're biological aunt. I've searched the system for you ever since your mother handed you off, to let you know that you were loved and fiercely missed. It wasn't until my daughter, Sophia Mercer, mentioned a little girl at Xavier's Mansion by the name of Lux Devareaux that I knew I'd found you, and you'd been right under my nose the entire time.
Rather than ramble on, as I often find myself doing, I would simply adore the chance to meet with you and hear of your life. This may be strange to read from a woman you've never met, but I do love you, Faith. I haven't stopped for thirty years. I hope to hear from you soon,
Sophia Mercer was a darling girl of sixteen, one that hadn't stopped speaking of Lux during their last visit. Apparently she and a Piotr had taken it upon themselves to spend thursday nights with the toddler, watching taped cartoons. The tradition had been an old one for Colossus and Lux, but a new one for Sophia. The girl spoke non stop of having children of her own one day, which brought a wide grin to the old woman's face. Sophia was special for more reasons than merely being hers, just as Faith and Lux were far more important to the world than they could possibly know.
A nervous expression overtook the heartless woman's face as time drew on, her knees pinned together and hands gently resting on the oversized purse. Would Faith show? Was she overdressed for such an occasion? Emilia had watched over her family for fifteen hundred years, yet kept them at arms length for every second of that time. Loneliness was one curse of immortality. A curse that could be lifted, if things went well today.