For a minute Sariel's world was dark. Visually dark as Rida's bucket blocked all but a small amount of light from reaching his eyes from beneath its metal lip and emotionally dark as his eyes glazed over with rage. He wanted to rip the bucket from his head and chuck it at his daughter. He wanted to condemn her actions and physically punish Rida for even thinking that such behavior was okay. He couldn't though. He knew better than that. He calmed his breath and listened patiently as Lucinda went around to all of their children and greeted them graciously in turn. Concentrating on this Sariel moved past his rage. Mostly. Rida still was not getting away with this if he could help it. A hand barely calmed from his moment of rage came to the lip of the bucket, thumb brushing the stubble still on Sariel's uncleaned face and threw off the darkness.

There was now a bucket on Lethonel's head. Rida was going to get it. He sat down next to the sun of his life and smiled to all that had gathered. The main course would be arriving soon so Sariel was going to try and deal with as much of the situation as possible before then. Leaning in towards Lucinda, but addressing a now bucket-less Lethonel. [color=fff200]"If your mother wishes you to join us in our strategy meeting that means my task for you will need to be put on hold. So just whenever you get the time I need you to track down a grimoire from me... The Deiran. I got a tip off that it had made its way into the capital and I was hoping you could leverage the Scholars to find it. Probably more interesting than implementing water systems that I am sure I'll be doing around that time"[/color] He said referring to the parchments Lethonel had given him earlier this morning.
[color=fff200]"Now"[/color] he began again. Sariel leaned forward to look across Lucinda and address Rida. [color=fff200]"What am I going to do with my little troublemaker?"[/color]