Valen paused outside of the small house he had considered home for much of his life. It felt so tiny now that he was grown. Yet it was still filled with many fond memories even around all his training and practice.

After all she lived here. His mother. The woman who always doted upon him growing up. Always made sure he was loved and safe. Even if she considered him to be his father’s legacy. The woman who protected him even when something silly had scared him as a small child.

Valen walked inside the house to find his mother at the sink washing the dishes. “Always so busy even still.” Valen laughed softly as he walked over to kiss his mother on the cheek. She turned to give him a warm smile before embracing him in a hug.

“Let me look at you.” Leandra spoke as she began looking Valen over for any lasting injuries from his journeys. Satisfied he was well she led him towards the dinning table and urged him to sit. “Come now. I’m sure you have not had a decent meal in days if you are anything like your father was.”

It was always good to come home.