Unlike the giant of a man who was the siblings' father, who was dressed to the nines in smart casuals and would have fit in nearly anywhere if not for his size, Jocelyn and Setsuna’s mother was dressed in the garb of an crisp, albeit slightly faded, Atlesian Army uniform with the emblem of a colonel on her shoulder. Even so, her stern face still managed to look as motherly as any person on Remnant, and nothing like the battle-hardened visages of some of the Atlesian soldiers standing guard around the tournament. The whole family hugged for a few more moments, before Jocelyn darted back to Prism’s side. Even though she knew that this meeting would happen eventually, she still felt really nervous, and seeing Prism’s change in posture to the no-nonsense side of her personality didn’t help.
“Allow me to make the introductions.” Setsuna stepped in, noticing the sudden panic on his sister’s face. Jocelyn shot him a grateful smile as he continued: “Prism, meet our parents; Emile and Marina. Please don’t be concerned by my father’s height, he doesn’t bite.” He motioned grandly at the small bird faunus. “Might I introduce Prism Skylark; the leader of our dear sister’s team CASA, a quarterfinalist in the current Vytal Festival, and a joy to make an acquaintance with.”
Against Jocelyn’s expectations, Marina stepped forward first. Her strict mother, who sent her additional medical work on top of her large workload, who was personally responsible for the rigorous training that led to her becoming a medic, was not the outgoing person in the family. That role was her father’s. Yet it was her who stepped out while Emile stayed behind, ruffling Setsuna’s hair in a affectionate gesture while her brother laughed and protested.
Marina’s expression softened as she took in Prism’s body language, her heels, wings, and absolutely straight face. ”You remind me of myself when I was your age, Prism.” She commented, before smiling. “At ease, soldier. You’re not in a fight or in a classroom, there’s no need to look so serious.”