Blackfeather Woods boy's night out

How about Meldresi instead?

Meldresi was concerned about her daughter, Potema. She had changed since she had left, grown more distant, less compassionate, disinterested in everything except the dark arts. It worried her. A priestess was much more than some sorceress of dark magic and poisons. As a concerned, pregnant mother, the Night Queen left her den and headed to where her daughter was said to be staying: Redgrove, to talk to her. To console her through this apathy.

The Dark Queen lingered at the fringes of the red blanket, looking for any white splashes in the midst of the blood-red flowers. It would make for an enchanting sight, that. Her daughter was growing more and more beautiful despite her injury; it was a pity she was so socially awkward. But instead of a teenager, she was greeted with a younger child instead: one of Lusa's. He pranced through the red leaves, giggling gleefully as only a child can. Meldresi smiled, remembering how blissful and carefree her children had been when they were his age. The Queen chuffed softly to get his attention before walking over to close the distance between the child and the monarch.