"Thank you!"
Xzalamat smiled softly, looking down upon Tarnished Relic and her daughter from high above. "You are quite welcome," she said, mostly to herself. She was half-tempted to let her voice project from the heavens, but that would be quite alarming, she knew. One day she would, she reminded herself, but that day had not yet arrived. Her daughter would need to prepare the way first.
"You called for me?" Xzalamat had sensed him before he spoke, and she turned to look behind her to the one addressing her.
"Indeed I did." She cooed, giving him an affectionate smile.
"It's about time, mother. I mean, really, it's been—"
"—10,567 years, 106 days, and 12 hours, give or take a few minutes. But who's counting?" He snorted and rolled his eyes, crossing his mismatched arms across his chest.
"Of course you would keep count. Why would I expect anything different? Anyway, let's get down to brass tacks. I'm assuming that she has been awoken, yes?"
"Indeed. She and her consort are heading for Appleloosa as we speak. I have maneuvered things so that they will have to remain there a few days."
"Okay...and where exactly do I come in?"
"You have a date with the princesses in a few days, do you not?" She asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Heh, a date." He sniggered. "It's a tea party social. But yes, I will be present then."
"Be sure to get your sister and Tarnished Relic invited in, won't you?"
"Sure, but wh—ohhhhhh! Ohohohoh! I see what you're after. That's going to cause a lot of delicious chaos." Paw and talon rubbed together in delight. "You can count on me, mother."
"I knew you'd approve." She said, and he began to turn away. "What, no kiss for your old mother?" He groaned and dragged his paw down his face.
"Mother, I'm not 2,000 anymore."
"Awww, my son is all grown up, too grown up to give his mother a kiss?" She teased, circling around him.
"Guhhh, fine!" He grabbed her by the cheeks and mashed his lips against hers. She giggled and slipped her tongue out, flicking it at his lips and his snaggletooth, which caused him to roughly push away, wiping his lips dry with the back of his taloned hand, making gagging sounds. "That is not how a mother kisses her son." He snapped his fingers and disappeared, leaving her sitting on her rump, laughing loud and long.