#luminaryxlight

It isn't often that he descends upon Runeterra. But he had things to check on, and the balance was relatively at peace for the moment. What he doesn't expect is the instant recognization from the woman. A pleased chime leaves the fluffy being, soon translated syllable by syllable as a few of the small creatures that tended to follow him popped into existence.

"Su... Pi... A...!"

Bard would lift the woman happily, returning the hug with one that is all encompassing, and yet incredibly soft and warm.

The banshe once again exchanged glances with absolutely everyone present.

"Nith... I have heard so much about you on the ride here. Your Father finally wanted to introduce me... after so long." The Mage was relieved to be out of the carriage finally. It had been a long trek but it was very much worth it.

"I can't believe Thresh didn't think of introducing me as I have been with him already for years..." She gives an irritated glance to him before a warm smile to Nith.

"I am Supia. It is a pleasure to meet you."

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"Pappa!"

The banshee exclaimed, heading toward the carriage. She was ready to greet her father with a hug until she saw another figure walking with him, strange and almost her size. She looked in confusion at Bort, then at Thresh and finally at the lady. Nith only responded with a courteous gesture, ducking her head and grasping the sides of her dress.

"It's a... pleasure. Um..." -trying to whisper she asked the chain warden- "Pappa, who is the lady?"

The banshee pulled out from behind her back a box with a ribbon. Inside the box was a blanket with kitten designs, one large and one small, and in the middle of it was another small package with five tea bombs. These were decorated with blue wildflowers, little sugar stars and other leaves inside them.

The comment gains another musical laugh from the caretaker. Supia was entirely correct in that aspect. He sits as well, though he's still eye-to-mask with the woman.

Her statement about him pulling more strings earns a simple shake of the head. The chimes hanging from the horn on the back of his head chime dully with the motion, swinging slowly. What comes next is, instead of a singular chime, a melody that harmonizes with itself. This is his voice to mortal ears. Soothing, and yet, entirely unrecognizable for most.

Her heritage may afford her the ability to make out some words herself, but the meeps translate for her anyway, as Bard knows that she hasn't come to realize her full power. Their whispering voices hold little emotion.

"I... can... not." It starts, before continuing. "To... do... so... would... un... ba... lance... the... world. He... must... be... freed... as... fate... de... cides."

This wasn't meant to be scolding, of course. Rather, Bard was explaining that his hands were essentially tied on the matter. Even a deity as powerful as he had laws that he must abide by.

"Thank you mom, Bort. It really was such a funny and lovely party." -said the banshee sitting up on her bed- "And it was so amazing to be able to drink with my father and, hahaha, never expected to see such a spooky specter like him get so easily drunk! But..."

She was smiling but it was obvious something was hurting her.