As their conversation continued, Anthony remained unaware of the plans Mitchelle had already begun to set in motion. Yet, even if he had known, there was little he could have done to alter the course she had chosen.
In this particular matter, opposing his mother was a battle he was destined to lose, for what mother does not dream of holding a grandchild... or perhaps, grandchildren?
Suddenly, Anthony's gaze shifted toward the door, his senses alerting him to the presence of several familiar auras gathering beyond it.
"We'll continue this later, my son," Mitchelle said softly, patting his head with a gentle affection. With a graceful wave of her hand, a portal shimmered into existence, opening a path back to Anthony's previous location.
He offered her a warm smile and a small wave.
"Goodbye, Mom. We'll talk soon," he said, before stepping through the portal without hesitation.
