[b][color=#414a4c]"Well this certainly isn't Hallmark approved."

In her hands, a Father's Day card rested, the rather promiscuous cover having caught her attention. It wasn't so visually bad but the message that it expressed in beautiful, scrawling cursive certainly wasn't PG. Cain had fashioned himself the father of their little hooligan group (and had also ensured that she was their mother figure, much to her chagrin), he'd appreciate something like this... right? Amren didn't actually care if he'd like it or not . She still planned on giving it to him with some sarcastic remark scribbled inside and an all-too-knowing grin upon her face. Hell, he probably would like the fact that she had even thought to give him something more than the card itself.

[color=#414a4c]"As long as he doesn't think I'm going soft," She decided aloud, smoky silver eyes rolling. She finished the remainder of her message then, deciding to add a little heart to be that cheeky bitch. Once everything had been checked and double checked, she sealed the card in its colorful envelop before carefully writing out the word 'boy'. [color=#414a4c]"Perfect," She snickered, [color=#414a4c]"Absolutely perfect." All that was left for her to do now was find the commander and an audience. The former would be relatively easy - she was quite the alluring creature after all - and she was sure that she could attract the latter if she simply brought Rhysand along.

So there Amren was, sitting on top of some crates with her Labrador at her feet and her card in her hands. [color=#414a4c]"This'll be good."