MOTHER'S LOVE.

merchants and citizens offer praise alike of the lady officer of Durs, a certain vastaya that walks the earth with incredible kindness in one hand and matching patience in the other, an older mother figure that lives gracefully on the outset of town, which tends to be an unnoticed destination for all the curious and opportunity - seeking vastaya that arrive to ring her door’s knocker at sunset in the hopes that they too might be blessed with a chance to speak with this lady of Durs, share amusing stories over tea, remember the good old days of wild magic, and perhaps confide with her the various worries and ever - creeping trepidation over the rate of Ionian harvesting / managing of wild magic that threatens the future of every vastayan guest that walks in through her front door.

Ane herself is no stranger to the complexities of the wild magic conundrum that modern day Ionians are usually unaware of, but while she is fond of most younger vastaya that seek her out, it is somewhat likely that Ane may hesitate and instead provide under - the - table / indirect support to Xayah and Rakan if they were to visit and explain their mission. However, it is very likely that Ane would flip her stance and straightaway BAN the two revolutionaries from the town of Durs altogether if they were to persist in asking that she permit pro - vastaya movements within the city or moreso, that she commit herself publicly to the cause, implying that she alter the careful neutrality that Durs has enjoyed for years.

LOCATION.   ---   THE TOWN OF DURS,   located within one of the central islands of the archipelago that constitutes the whole of Ionia, is home to a long - established set of families that has seen their ranks gradually expand as fast as the town’s boundaries have crept across their vast namesake plains. While the lack of industrialization helps distinguish Durs from other Ionian regions undergoing urbanization with Piltover as a role model, the town itself is a crucial convergence of the many trade routes that run through Ionia. These intersecting roads have provided the locale of Durs a flourishing economy, an unequivocal ceasefire throughout the territory, and perhaps the most curious of them all, a burgeoning entertainment industry that attracts both performers and dangerous travelers alike.

OCCUPATION.   ---   TOWN SECRETARY,   a role ordained upon her sometime after her arrival into the once simple village, bestowed by an elderly mayor that saw in this refugee mother an unmatched level of observation, a mind sharper than steel, and an even stronger desperation to raise her teenage son in a region that the rumored Noxian invasion would not think to make inroads into. The city-wide upkeep, day-to-day operations and resolution of conflicts in Durs are her shared responsibility to address with the current mayor, though she is often afforded the ability to fulfill her responsibilities by completing paperwork within the safety and sanctity of the Durs Town Hall, as well as gracefully attending to any travelling merchants, potential citizens or other individuals that necessitate the involvement of the local government, and thus pay a visit to the Town Hall that she commands with kindness, respect and precision.

LOYALTIES.   ---   DURSIAN && VASTAYAN,   a present day life that has spared her from sacrificing the past or who she is, and an opportunity to showcase the best of both her worlds. The curious are free to inquire about her tribe’s history and her dutifulness to uphold the traditions of the Vastaya, while the wise refrain from questions pertaining to her continued solidarity with her people; after all, the secretary mother is known for her hospitality and sympathy for the lost and weary, and often a quiet evening will find a member of the Vastayan race at her door, perhaps there to seek counsel, courage, or a chance to make a new life for themselves.

      In the present, the mother smiles at the sight of her son putting on his vest jacket. All her life had she made silent prayers that he would grow up healthy and strong in the world that was increasingly stacked against the next generation of vastaya, and the fact that Sett towers over her is a reward in itself, one she will reflect on later as she notices her son having crossed his arms while waiting on her and her musings.

            Now that was embarrassing, wasn’t it?

   “  I wish I could just say no to the luncheon,  ”   she confesses as Sett opens the door.   “  But I don’t think it’s right to just turn them down after all.....    but I’m not taking up your precious time, am I?  If you and Nayra have something to do, then let me know and I’ll keep the mayor busy 💖!!  ”

I need to go back and figure out exactly which thread on reddit had this info, but as far as I remember, a Rioter either confirmed or hinted at Sett being a vastaya that was based off wolverines, and of course, that implies his mother is the same as him.