She looked uneasy at the man he looked of royalty yet acted of lower class and his hand coarse even working her hands were still soft.
"All rare and lovely things will be attracted to those who deserve them" Kala walked over to Quintus and smiled softly pouring him more wine. Her hair shined like the sun her skin glowing against the deep redness of the dress the jewels around her neck adorned her making her eyes stand out.

she listened closely as the two went back and fourth she couldn't tell if they were insulting each other or just being brothers but after the story she was told they couldn't possible be being civil.

As the two parted ways in a very uneasy and thick atmosphere she said her goodbyes and went to go get changed and help Ametha with some chores she was garbed on the arm she turned thinking to see Quintus but no it was Marcus.