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 Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 10:57 am
Much like Duncan, Ethiriel couldn't help but gawk and laugh at Aina's innocent question. With her mouth covered daintily by her fingertips, the Sigel gently shook her head as her giggles subsided. "No, dear one. 'Salty' is another term for grumpy," she explained. Hugging her mug, she turned her head in Duncan's direction as he spoke.
"That sounds wonderful, Duncan. I greatly appreciate that." While she had been practicing piano at home, the prospect of learning two instruments excited Ethiriel. Stringed instruments in particular had become some of her favorite sounds, especially in theater, and the Sigel had been itching to get her hands on sets of her own. Brass was another wonderful sound to her, but she knew that it wouldn't be her strong suit. Surely Henry would enjoy the idea, too. "Do thank Rebecca for me."
Going back and forth on topics was surprisingly easy for Ethiriel as she turned then to Aina with a smile. She did so enjoy the younger Raevans, both physically and mentally, and the Sigel had always loved young Aina. "I would love nothing more than both!" she exclaimed, reaching a hand out for the rain drop to take. "And I do! I am sure that my other flowers would enjoy another such member of the family." This time, without turning to Duncan, she nodded about the fox. "That is wonderful. As for what I've grown... Goodness, there are so many! I have a couple of rose bushes along the outside of my sun room, but most of what I have grown are blossoms of many kinds. Lilies, Dahlias, Aster... You would have to come see for yourself, and you are most welcome to! Both of you!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 11:46 pm
“Ooh,” Aina giggled at the correction, taking another sugar cube from the tray to feed off its density. “Are grumpy people really salty?” she wondered, letting the two cubes plop into her warm tea. She took another experimental sip of the tea; it was comfortably warm, now, and she took the cup happily into her hands.
“Rebecca is always happy to have new students, but I must warn you, she is a very no-nonsense teacher,” Duncan smiled, a playful air still in his tone. “But I have no doubt you’ll surpass her expectations if you do attend her classes. When would it be best for me to call Henry?” he asked, keeping is pen at the ready near his memo pad. He took another quiet note as the two girls spoke, too – flower seeds for Ethiriel’s garden.
Aina held Ethiriel’s hand, swinging their arm gently over the table as they spoke of the garden. It had been so long since she had seen the little greenhouse, and hearing the new additions made the Frei’s wings flutter with excitement. “Those are so pretty! We can bring you peony seeds, and daffodils, and, um – zinnias! Their petals are real soft,” she assured. Even though the Frei had just begun drinking her tea, she glanced out the garden, then to her grandfather, reaching over to tug on his sleeve. “Grandpa! Can we walk Eth ‘round the garden and see what she wants?”
“After tea,” Duncan chuckled, “Thank you, Ethiriel. We would love to visit. A family brunch, perhaps?”
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 7:19 pm
Smiling at Aina, once again the Sigel couldn't help but giggle in delight at her innocent wondering. Content with the sound of cubes hitting the tea, Ethiriel turned to Duncan.
"I assure you, I am a no-nonsense learner," she teased right back, leaning forward a tad to rest her chin on the back of her wrist. "I believe Henry is busy in the evenings this week, but he would be able to get back to you as soon as possible if you were to leave a message." Ethiriel listened to Duncan quickly scribble down his notes, closing her eyes and sighed happily.
With her hand in Aina's, the Sigel squeezed gently. "Oh, I would love those, little one! And I am sure that the rest of my flowers would, as well. They always accept new friends." Ethiriel leaned in and gave the pomegranate a gentle kiss to her crown before leaning back up to address Duncan. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Duncan. Our doors are always open to you."
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