[b]Sylvia looked over to Aranhil as he stormed his way into the room, just barely containing his rage. He was acting all too cheery, too sweet. & then he began to speak, frustrating her again. Did he really think that she would just go with him, like a dog? Well, she wasn't.

"Hallaer, I am currently planning the Harvest Featival with your mother & sister," Sylvia told her husband with an even voice, "We can continue our discussion later, after you've calmed & I'm done with my business here. I do have things to do other than wait for your attention all day."[/b]