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[color=a187be][i]Ashkevron Residence in Askavi[/i][/color][/center]


Per the new member of the Court's nod, she looked around him to find an old woman standing next to a dirty, but a lovely young lady with the same shocking white hair.  Were they siblings?  She turned her gaze back up to the man before her and opened her lips to make some sort of reply when a pair of strong hands grasped her waist.  She was lifted as easily as a bundle of twigs and set off to the side.  [b]"Excuse me," [/b]she said as she was moved, wiggling a bit to get out of the grasp.  She heard the man call her lady and knew it was one of Faeril's boys.

She turned to find her suspicions confirmed as the Warlord Prince glared down at the white-haired man.  She made a tsking sound with her tongue and was about to relay her suspicions about this man being a member of her court when Denar's appearance changed from challenging to elated.  Fatima moved back to the opening in the door to find him as gleeful as a child, swinging the woman he called mother about.  She winced, worried the old Eyrien would break in half.

It seemed she was safe in his arms though and so her worry subsided.  [b]"Well, I suppose this is a warm enough welcome as any.  Would you like to come in for some coffee and breakfast?  I believe I have made enough for everyone."[/b]  She gestured them in, stepping back so that they could do so.  She did not wait long to see if they would enter and bustled into the kitchen to begin preparing plates and mugs of deep, dark coffee for the group.