At the question of family, Erin glanced over quickly at her brother before looking back at the prince. There was no way he could know about the...the incident. But she couldn't help feeling like everyone knew, no matter how irrational it seemed. She knew she should forget all about it as well, but she just couldn't get past how people would look at her, standing beside her parents and raise their eyebrows. It was subtle, but every time, it became harder to dismiss. She smiled however, and nodded towards Crix, who was talking to his betrothed. She hoped it was going well for him.

[color=47D6B0]"That's one of my brothers over there, Prince Crix. He's practically a genius. Well, is a genius really.  Doesn't talk to me, or any of us very much really, but still."[/color] She sighed and her eyes softened wistfully. [color=47D6B0]"I'd really like to get along with him better. It's wierd isn't it. Being the oldest, I would've thought I'd get along with most of them better then I do now."[/color] 
Shaking her head, she chuckled softly and shrugged. [color=47D6B0]"Knowing that someone cares for you...Well it's nice to feel but I'd rather like to see it every day. Or maybe that's just me."[/color] Cutting herself off before she started rambling, she cleared her throat and continued talking about her family. Starting to cry in front of all these people would be humiliating, absolutely mortifying, not to mention crushing any hopes she could've had about making a good impression on her betrothed. Although, that's not to say Marion hadn't already formed an opinion on her. Probably that she was a babbling fool.

[color=47D6B0]"Well, then there's the twins. They're both absolutely obsessed with hunting and sword fighting. I think it's their only hobby."[/color] Even though she said it drily, her mouth still curved into a smile as she thought fondly of their almost always messy hair and bright eyes. Always excited about something and running around as if their only goal was to cause absolute chaos. And to think, they were older then Crix, yet more immature in thought by years.

[color=47D6B0]"So. How about you? What's your sister like?"[/color]