A moment in Mota's life
Mota stretched and sauntered into the Matron’s office without bothering to knock. Sula looked up, a quick frown on her face, “Have you no respect?â€Mota smirked and sat down in one of the chairs before the desk, crossing her legs over one arm as she continued to grin. Sula started to slowly smile herself, “Oh…I indeed wondered by the…sounds of the evening if you had fulfilled your duty.†Sula leaned across the desk, curiously inspecting Mota.
Mota scoffed at her, “Of course. Angry little mage, yes….but I assure you, it all went as planned.â€
Sula took a deep breath of relief, “Excellent. I will ask for confirmation. We shall summon a mage to indeed confirm you are with child. This Mender, she must be more powerful than your sister.â€
Mota frowns a moment, “You know she will be, you have seen his power. How could you not expect that?â€
Sula laughs suddenly, “I would suggest we celebrate with a drink, but the best thing for you would be some willow root tea…to help enhance this child’s capabilities.†Sula turns and quickly opens a small cabinet that hung on the side wall, pulling out a small glass jar. She frowns as she holds it up to the light, shaking it. “Barely enough for one cup…†She growls but quickly calms herself, looking back to Mota, “We shall make sure that is our next focus, after we have confirmation.â€
Mota nods, mentioning, “I have called upon the same mage who helped me with the submission potion. I expect he can help.†Mota trails off, smiling as she recalls the last piece she wished to discuss, “So…the mate that was supposed to be for Poe….â€
Sula looked up, surprised, “Indeed. What made you bring him up?â€
Mota smiles coyly, “Well, I happened to run into him last night. He confessed it without me even asking.â€
Sula’s eyes narrow and darken, “I see. And you recall his name?†Mota nods. Sula continues, “Perfect. Bring him to me.â€
