Stacks on the Shelves...

[Mr.Tooshie]

At this moment Sylvia stepped through the door, the perfect image of a queen visiting a pledged house who supported her throne, her green wrapped silk and her vibrant hair of only a slight different hue, braided around thin scarves of turqouise and jade coloured silk emboridered with gold. "My Queen..." said the old lady, at the time she raised from a deep bow, perfect compsture again in her face, "We where not expecting such a guest, I appologize for the informalities, we did not know your Majesty was on her way. And if I may say, if you had need of Lord Bryne a simple summon would have sufficed," followed yet by another bow, and a third one as was customary.  

[Mr.Tooshie]

"Oh, Aeggeis, this is only a visit from a friend, nothing so formal as you seem to think and I would have thought you would have noticed it first of any of you here." She smiled at the compliment from Sylvia, "Oh, you must forgive these old eyes, they don't see any better with the years, but then, why come wrapped in the formal gown then?" Suddenly walking past the entrance and gesturing them to follow "Oh, do forgive me, I should let you dress as you wish and come unannounced if you must. After all you are now the Queen and hardly the little girl I used to spank her bottom just as often as Cinthya here!" Without much effort Sylvia laughed at the remark, followed by Cindy and Aeggeis. Oh, it was good to be home!  

[Mr.Tooshie]

Once inside the main hall, a tall handsome man wearing the robes of a Lord and the riding boots of a soldier as if he expected to ride out to war any time soon, approached them from what she knew was the sitting room to the house were she had spent many nights 'camping' with Cindy, his face barely marred by the years on his side with dark brown hair fading into gray that made him look more the wiser and touch fatherly and comforting bowed formally three times as expected from the High Seat of a major house to the royal blood. "Sylvia! I cannot beleive my eyes! Welcome to my house and thank you for bringing back my daughter, she hardly seems to leave your side since you returned, and no wonder with such events that made you force a hasty appearance." At this she stared hard and her teeth seemed to want to crack each other inside her mouth, he then lowered his gaze and bowed again, speaking without rising, "Forgive me my Queen, I have been hasty and offensive, but I thought..." "You though well Lord Rolaus, I am here in a social visit as a friend, no more. It is me who should appologize but the memory is still fresh." She thought again of her little brother and the footprint she made this morning after her shower and wanted to howl and cry in pain, she remembered her mother years after bearing her and her younger sister being pregnant again and no matter her age she looked radiant and blessedly happy, she wanted to use her anger and find those responsible, but not now, and not in years to come. But she will, she promised to Araum's soul, she will. Resignation bathed into her as she realized her second naming day was still over two years away.  

[Mr.Tooshie]

"Please, do come and make yourselves comfortable, the sitting room is ready. Truth be told I was about to go look for you myself when I learned that you had arrived, and I expect you stay until supper since the cook was informed to arrange everything for two more stomachs!" He rised gracefuly and directed a warm smile, without a touch of simpathy or condescendance. He was a man who understood the pain of loss, if not so sudden or abundant but ever present in his life. "I have someone I want to introduce you to, and I'll explain the why later although he himself doesn't know either. I do hope this to be taken in a very light way and by no means a formal request or proposal, but it had to be done sooner or later and fate seems to puts us all in the same place today." He explained while starting back the way he came. "Shame on you Lord Rolaus, I did said that it was to be a social visit. But if I had learned something, even since I was little, social life is a luxury not to be had by the royal house and even less than a dream for those who rule." Cindy took her hand and gave it a small squeeze, but she knew she was different, they had always been more like sisters even with Rennea no more than two years younger than her. After all, Rennea took more to her father, after books and history after they both learned how to read at the same time, she was seven and Rennea barely five.