[i](Just before Dina contacted Sann).[/i]

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With a cherry melody hummed to herself Viva would casually stroll into the feat hall. She had been elsewhere off on the island fulfilling some basic task from Mother. She had been intending on spending some time with the Witches she had seen earlier but seems that plan had to be discontinued.

Now however, she was free once again to tend to her own whims and wants. And her first desire was food. So upon entering the hall she went over to the buffet table and began to sample everything. She was showing at least a modicum of decorum, in that she was a clean eater while standing at the table, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t scarfing down more or less anything she laid her hands on.

For the first little bit she only really had eyes for the food in front of her, she was aware of other people nearby to the extent that she wouldn’t take a bite out of them. It wasn’t worth it to piss off the dolphin after all. It would take a bit of time for her to be cognizant of the other members of the gorgers gang. She recognized Hilaria, one never forgets someone of those curves, or one who gives a free meal.

Sann felt familiar, but Viva wouldn’t say she knew the girl. It was Will that caught her off guard, and led to her speaking up, after finishing her current morsel. “Will, fancy meeting you here” She would say happily. It would take a moment for her to more fully come out of the mentality of eating everything in front of her, but when she did she would notice the distance between Will and Sann and assume.

[color=#652DC1]“Who’s your friend?”[/color] She would ask giving Sann a slow once over [color=#652DC1]“She has wonderful.. plumage”[/color]

The boy looked with a weary expression, before answering. "A rotten bitch. My substitute." He said. "Also I am not Will, mother, but just something that resembles him. Will is dead and gone." 

Few things could so quickly turn Viva’s thoughts to wanton slaughter as hearing that her son was dead. [color=#652DC1]“I’m sorry”[/color] She would say her voice turning cold [color=#652DC1]“What do you mean that Will is dead?”[/color] She would ask, smiling a smile that promised pain and suffering depending on the answer.

"My original…tried too hard. And got burnt while trying to reach the sun." He answered. He had few scarce moments left of existence. Death threats do not work on already dead people.

"And then…" Will was cut by Sann's finger who had turned from scarfing down food to the irritating doppelganger.

"Hush. Don't...spoil." The girl said eyeing Viva. "Hi. Glad you came."

And then she continued devouring the food.

Viva would turn her attention to Sann at that last little stunt. Eyes cold and clinical as they surveyed Will’s replacement. Her fingers twitched in muted reflex as she wanted to draw her revolver and vent some of her frustrations but held back from that action.

Instead she would return her attention to Will. Her body would contort as she shifted it around as much as she could within the confines of the holiday magic layered over her. Making her more resemble how she used to before becoming a magical. She would then draw Will into a hug.

[color=#652DC1]“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop you from burning”[/color] She would say softly as she carded her fingers through his hair. She didn’t know if this will was a shade or a copy, or something else. But it held enough of her son to know who she was. It wouldn’t be enough, but family was important. So this sliver left deserved what comfort she could give.

Sann was left ignored. Viva didn’t know after all.

Will seemed to smile faintly, and let himself be comforted… until Sann stopped eating and raised slowly from her seat, before skipping a step and enveloping all three of them.

"Enough." She said, her voice filled with venom instead of her playful attitude. Her mouth showed a big, cruel smile… before planting a rather intense kiss on William. 

William was left astonished, and in shock… and began to shake and tremble in Viva's arms… before vanishing and fading out, his ego crumbling at what the Valkyrie trainee did. "Disgust…" were his last words.

"Well, one thing off the bucket...list." Sann then would add. "But that was my cuddle place, you cheap copy." She whispered in a growl.

[color=#652DC1]“That wasn’t very nice”[/color] Viva would say softly, turning her attention fully to Sann at last. There were still lingering cold notes to her voice, and a vengeful gleam in her eyes. There was also a fair amount of curiosity however, as Viva started to ponder over the few hints of intrigue lain out in front of her.

Her visage would shrink back to her normal proportions as she regarded the fallen valkyrie. [color=#652DC1]“Is there something you know about what happened to my family that you're not telling me?”[/color] She would ask as she slid her arm around Sann’s waist. It was more a warning gesture than one of comfort. Skin to skin contact gave rise to such wonderful ways of inflicting pain for her after all.

Sann would just smile at Viva. "Odin is fond of creative punishments. I was told Cassandra was the name of the baby girl. Can I be the baby girl?" She whispered to Viva's ears, using her wings to give them privacy.

A hand would come up slowly as Viva reached to cup Sann’s face with her right hand. It was an intimate position for them to be in, arms around each other with wings shielding them from all others. The cold sharp look in Viva’s eyes really was the only thing betraying the actual tension that lay hidden between them.

Softly Viva would run her thumb across Sann’s cheek as she locked eyes with her. As she did so she would softly offer a prayer [color=#652DC1][i]“Mother of mine I do beseech. I seek your guidance in this query. My kin is lost and I am weary. Place the answers within my reach. Your daughter asks of you this, as nothing more is a miss.”[/i][/color] It was spoken with a revenant cadence, and the words would echo lightly as she spoke them.

Unseen from Sann’s perspective the scar on the back of Viva’s hand would twist ever so lightly as it came alive, the three slashes morphing into eyes, and with that a warmth would envelop Viva’s hand. But go no further.

[color=#652DC1]“Oh honey”[/color] She would whisper softly, brokenly, the cold tone and vengeful gleam fading away as she took in Sann’s features once more. Without saying anything else she would embrace Sann more fully in the same embrace she had given Will a few moments ago. Her family wasn’t lost to her, but that didn’t mean they were not in need of comfort.

[color=#652DC1]“You will always be my baby.”[/color] She would whisper back to Sann. [color=#652DC1]“No matter what anyone does”[/color]

Sann just smiled, her broken mind a little giddy. "Just keep the secret. Especially from rotten others." she whispered as she snuggled. "Penny, chiefly. I live in Sanctuary now. I met a granny princess kitty."

[color=#652DC1]“I won’t tell a soul”[/color] Viva would promise. [color=#652DC1]“How is it living there these days?”[/color] She would ask a bit curious [color=#652DC1]“I slept there while Penny was off for the few months that Penrose started crashing and burning.”[/color]

Another part of Viva grinned at this turn of events. Having an inside woman might make things easier for Viva and other concerned parties.

"Meh. Kinda dull. Lots of posturing. Lots of surveillance." Sann would pout slightly. "We have to part ways."

[color=#652DC1]“So nothing really has changed”[/color] Viva would remark as she pulled away from Sann, sad but understanding. [color=#652DC1]“Feel free to give me a call whenever”[/color] She would say a bit louder, shifting away from the hushed whispers they had shared.

Sann just grinned, as she flapped her wings. Too many looking eyes right now. She would have to crash at her place later.