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"Please come in." He smiles warmly, despite himself. Pushing himself up, the small book slides off his torso. His skin is pale, except where he is flushed on his cheek and fore, as if an even greater reminder that his voice is not just a marking of puberty, but something else.

"I haven't gotten a gift since my parents." He does his best to smooth out the sheets around him, although the books and rumpled sheets past his arm's reach are just as visible as the smooth ones near his face.

"I'll be fine... and I'm just grateful to have a gift at all," he replied, and then motioned to the box. "May I open it?" Of course, his Kithain wasn't in sight, and he didn't appear to have any sort of medicines nearby. His insistance that he was fine was just his self-assurance he didn't need caring for. People got sick all the time, and he was sure that he could get better on his own without worrying others.

The only seat in the room was the chair at his desk. It was a dark mahogony, and upholstered in gold velvet. Across the back of the chair "Cortex" was carved elegant into the wood and then embroidered in gold thread into the plush backing, most likely a reminder of his father.

He laughed a little at her comment, although this sent him into a spell of what sounded like him coughing up his lung, almost masking the fact that it had started out as almost inaudible laughter. Turning his attentions to the box before she could comment, he opened it carefully.

"This will go quite nicely with the room. Countess Rosa, you are quite gifted with colors and matching things. I suppose this room does merit some more decor." He reaches over to where beside the bed on the level floor he had a small pitcher of water and a half-filled glass, take a generous gulp of it before setting it back down.

Small feet make their way towards the noises behind the partially closed tall door, as small butterfly wings flutter in a minor display of their possessor's curiousity.

'Closed the door, so she won't be alarmed at first... pillows under the comforter were the hardest. I didn't know they could be so heavy,' Pappila mutters inside of her head, though she is secretly glad that her Kithain has not come yet today, else she would not have had her try at this 'exploration plan'.

However, she had not expected a door so close by to be open and have noise coming from inside the ajoining room. Of course the fact that the noises sound like voices, or at least sort of do to Pappila, doesn't phase her much.

The young toddler carefully makes her way across the hall and up to the door frame, her crystal wand clenched in her right hand as she leans to the side to peek into the room with bright azure eyes gleaming with her inner curiousity.

Rosa couldent help but scoff, "Correct, you only made my life miserable." She muttered, before she caught herself again. "When I was younger, anyways." Her face twisted up even more when his hair.. had a mind of its own?
"Aesculus!" She promptly half yelled at him, looking at the cieling. "If you HAVE to look aswell as you do you should atleast keep yourself groomed.. well, I mean.." Hey, there's a thought. "I suppose you can be sloppy. If you want."
Sure, he could try and be as pretty as her - but if he's smelly and disoriented nobody is gonna wanna come near him.. right?

It was still painful to look at, and as her eyes darted around the room to keep from looking at him, the flash of lovely blue caught her for just a second. On careful inspection, she moved a step or two twords the door. "Perhaps I am not your only visitor. I dont suppose you have a very large blue mouse that bare's striking resemblance to a babies' face?" She commanded of him, deciding anything was a better subject then this - considering she was close to loosing the refined grip she took the past few hours in gathering.

"No no, Countess Rosa. My mice are gray or black. Please come in, young one. I am sorry for my appearance... Countess Rosa assures me it is none too pleasant." He smiles a little, not knowing this new Fey, but guessing she is the future mage of the court. Leaning back, he sinks into the pillows that he is sitting against, suddenly looking quite frail.

"I am Aesculus, and this is Rosa."

Pappila takes a couple of quick steps into the chamber before coming to a stop and taking some time in checking out her surroundings, which of course include the two other Fey, who are now quite visible. She does choose not to dally long in this practice, as her Kithain had told her that others often feel slighted if ignored for a long period of time, no matter how informatively that time should be spent for her.

"I am Pappila," she says smoothly, her free hand going to her azure robe to pat at her chest softly, her lips turning up in a polite smile. Now she only hopes they don't ask too many questions of her, for just that one phrase took a few days of practice to sound just right. Blast her still developing vocal chords!

She isn't sure what to make of either of them, though her quick inspection has led her believe that Aescelus is not in good health nor is well kept, while Rosa is very much the opposite. Another step inside brings her to what she considers a safe distance from the door, a quick glance to the right and left a motion to satisfy her curiousity a bit further without staring and being what her Kithain says is rude.

Rosa seemed lost in thought. Truly, she could careless if Aesculus had any 'problems' doing whatever task he seemed determined for. Perhaps she would of cared a little bit had he been as young as he used to be, but she decided he was old enough to be stupid and push his body however he wanted to. "Just don't topple over on the little girl. Her name is almost fammiliar.." She shook her head, and rubbed her head a moment. "Let's see..." She looked back at the girl. "Butterfly. Im sure you know, Aesculus, who her parents were?"

Well, Rosa had already decided Papilia was somebody 'important.' Perhaps she could look past the imagined drool long enough to see if this was someone she could make another one of her 'connections' with. That, however, wasent very important... She already had to deal with Aesculus at the moment, and she decided in the end this kid wouldent remember anything she said or did to her once she was old enough to affect Rosa's life anyways.

After -all- that 'extencive' thinking was done, she gave Pappila only the slightest of smiles before she watched Aesculus almost amusedly for a moment. "Well, Pappila, perhaps you will learn a good lesson today." She said with a nod at the teenager.