Bearclaw Valley i'm so depressed, i act like it's my birthday every day

he hadn't expected — this. 
anger filled his youthful features, followed by confusion and then a cold look. he blinked, trying to keep the indigo gaze from writing her off altogether. 
"arielle is my mother. i haven't seen her in years." and she isn't welcome, his posture said.
but his intrigue remained clear, punctuated by a self-deprecating laugh. "i guess that makes you — auntie?" another one? was she gonna leave too? better not to even recognize her as family if so.