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Ceres hardly realized that Keeta, Joel, and Camille had arrived until she heard the demands of Joel. She looked down and her eyes went wide. She quickly headed back to her room to grab a house coat.

Since she had woken she had not been at ease. Natalia had been gone- when she left or for how long she didn't know. And, what made matters worse was that Natalia had not left a note. She knew she had to be somewhere on the island but it was a very large place.

Coming back out of the bed room she drew in a deep breath- she was trying her best to keep calm... She remembered why exactly Keeta was here and didn't want to disrupt those plans.

She came down the hall and clapped her hands. Suddenly the halls, kitchen, and living room where well lit. The kitchen also came alive with the sound of clanking pots and pans... breakfast was in order.

Once that was taken care of she went to properly greet Keeta, Joel, and Camille.

Ceres tried not to think to long or to hard on how she was doing. "Great," she said trying to make it sound as if she meant it. "Coffee, tea, juice, soda?" She asked trying to avoid the whole 'what's wrong'.

"Mother!" Perian exclaimed as she come into the kitchen in a near full out trot. "Someone left the stable doors open!" She crossed her arms as she whickered. "Irresponsible!"

Ceres tried to sigh her sigh of relief as quietly as possible. She avoided everyone's eyes. "Would you be a dear and close them?" She smiled most motherly.

Perian saw that look in her eyes and simply nodded her head. "Certainly," she said turning and trotting this time more gently from the kitchen. The flicking of her tail almost sounded like an angry smack against the wall... Who was she to argue with her mother.

"Certainly dears," Ceres said helping both Joel and Camille. She got them seated (boosters included) and pushed in. "And, here we go," she said as she sat a couple glasses of milk on the table.

Being a mother of eight made her a pro- not that she would openly boast.

Once they were settled she looked to Keeta. She knew exactly who had left it open. She chewed on her lip for a moment and pulled on her robe (as if it wasn't already closed enough). "It's really nothing..." she said with a smile. "So... Milk, Coffee, Juice, Tea, Pop?" She asked again.

"Dear, dear, dear..." Ceres said more than a few times over. She rubbed her temples. "This certainly won't do will it..." she chuckled something similar to Rhine (no doubt where he picked it up from). "Keeta... I'll have this mess fixed in a second..."

Ceres felt awful for the mess she had made. It was more than apparent how little she was paying attention and how far away she must have been. She gave a high pitched whistle and everything in the kitchen (within her power) came to a sudden stop.

Ceres waved her hand and Joel's cup turned from glass to plastic and from milk to juice. Two problems down. She snapped her fingers and the shattered glass and split milk disappeared. "Really we don't need to stain clothes or cut toes."

"Now then," Ceres said with a grin as a plastic cup with juice appeared in her hand. "This is for you," she said as she handed it to Camile. "And, I can clearly see it is a pancake morning with extra syrup."

She wasn't worried about the extra energy the sugar might cause because there was plenty of space to use it up in. And, she also had plenty of children to help keep up with the younger ones.

Ceres pulled out a chair and took a seat (more like plopped). It had taken more out of her than she realized. She really missed those days... She continued to wave her hand and reanimate the kitchen.

Ceres winked at Camille before smiling at them both. She was thankful that it had been fairly easy to fix what had just happened. She watched them for a moment enjoy their juice- but staid vigilant on the making of the pancakes (she didn't need another mishap).

"Everything really is fine now," Ceres said with a smile as she glanced out the window for a split second. "I know exactly where Natalia is." She hadn't even realized she had said it. It had just slipped out when she glanced out the window.

"All I knew was that her bed was a wreck as if she had struggled," Ceres said with sigh. "No note or anything... Makes one worry," she paused for a moment and looked out the window again. "Especially since this island is suppose to be relatively exclusive." She wasn't going to openly express her fears of the island and what it was capable of. Abstinent minded, she swirled her hand.

"Because I kept hoping that she would come waltzing through that door and that all my worries would have been for nothing. There is no point in worrying you if there is nothing to worry about... Wait and see," Ceres said so gently it was almost frail.

"Lifes lessons can not all be taught by parents. Some have to be learned on there own..." Ceres without second thought put her hand on top of Keeta's when she felt it. She wasn't paying attention to the fact that she had used her cooking hand. And in a split second the spoon in the pancake batter acted as a catapult device.

"Oh dear..." she said with a worried laugh.