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Now Feng really had to giggle, he was so serious about it. It was so... well cute!

"Then you're doing a good job knowing that early," she told him.

Yet she couldn't help but look at Haradhel with smiling eyes, she really wanted to burst out laughing.

"She is! She is!" Naida was the one to repy this time, she liked Atalya a lot, but there were very few people she didn't like if at all.

Feng grinned at her daughter before nodding at Arahad, "She is very friendly, and is probably looking for a hug," she hinted.

At least he wasn't shy, most kids she thought were shy at that age, not that she could ever recall being shy at his physcial age, but that was what she was told when she had gone for parenting advice.

"So cute," Feng murmured to Haradhel.

Even though it was quite predictable she would say that, Feng still meant every word of it.

"I wished I was around earlier before the wedding," she told Haradhel quietly, "But well... that's okay. I get to surprise Aliya in the future."

She looked down at Naida for a bit.

Feng had the good grace to blush, because admitedly she did want to be the one to tell Aliya, even though that would mean it would be who knows how long before Aliya found out. Maybe she could sneak in a visit quickly before Elnara and Lore's honeymoon so she wouldn't have to wait.

"I would like to be the one to tell her," Feng confessed.

"Thank you," Feng smiled looking down at Naida, "Hear that? You're going to be a surprise when we get to visit the Borderlands."
Naida blinked back at her mother, not understanding it at all, and the little girl said so pointing out to her mother.

"But Mommy I'm already a Surprise!"

Following close behind the guards (which they obviously were) came three people: a Southland woman, her long, black hair plaited and woven with silver, her garb obviously meant for travel yet of the highest quality and in a world like this one, probably quite expensive.

On her left walked a man, his hair only the slightest bit lighter than hers, pulled back in a neat ponytail at the back of his skull, outfitted in a green traveling outfit made of spidersilk.

The third person, a young woman, had boyishly short, dirty blond hair and was dressed like the man, rather than the woman. Yet her clothes also had their own sort of ... stylishness about them, that made them sort of feminine rather than purely tomboyish. Her eyes were a mix of brown and green with some flecks of violet in them - a rare colour of eyes indeed.

All three of them entered the palace and looked around, all three of them smiling. Four more guards followed them in, but they paid them no mind.

After a moment, the dark-haired woman smiled brightly. "Finally," she murmured. "It's been forever."

"Very," Shiro agreed, also talking in Japanese now. The switch in language was easy for him, as so many things were. He glanced down at Lin again. "And their names?" he asked her softly. "Or ... perhaps we should talk to them ... I'm sure they will be wanting to see Great-grandmother after all ... maybe we should take them there ..."

But at the same time he couldn't help but worry a little about how he would be received. Everyone had reacted the same way to him - with fear - before knowing he was Elnara's son.

Ura on the other hand had no intention of waiting around and wasting time; Shiro wanted answers, and he would get them for him.

He padded right up to the dark-haired woman, the one who seemed most at home and who also seemed to be the eldest, and smiled gently, his sharp teeth quite visible.

"Greetings," he said politely, quite possibly the most polite tone he had ever taken in his life. "I am Ura Aldrich Winters ... and who might you be?"