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Midsummer Sun
Jun. 21st, 2009 11:15 amIt’s Nadia Kaleaster who leads Tiwa in. “I was the best choice,” she explained when she entered the Bar, dressed casually, to dig up the Maori friend of the royal family. “I’m… I’m not the one most connected with the land, perhaps—Father is, or my big brother really—but I’m the mind mage, after all, and Col doesn’t know you yet. It’d be easier for me to navigate the Bar and make sure we came and left at the right times.”
The door they come out from is an old door in a back room somewhere, and Nadia pauses and carefully shuts it behind her, laying her hand on the door and listening for a moment. She suddenly smiles brightly and nods sharply, chocolate brown eyes flashing with triumph. “Oh good.” She beams at Tiwa. “Now, come on!”
She starts leading the pooka down the hallway. It’s an old stone castle, with stout wooden doors. They quickly turn out of the corridor, which is somewhat less-used, into a brightly lit and busy set of halls, people bustling around making preparations, passing orders, and through some of the doors can be caught glimpses of finely dressed lords and ladies. Nadia can even almost blend in with the myriad servants—almost; her beauty and the occasional glance and nod, curtsey or bow, and smile from them sets her subtly apart, although mostly she waves it off.
“We’ll stop by my room to get you a nice dress,” Nadia explains. “It’ll keep the more thick-headed nobility from commenting, and it’s always fun to look beautiful. And Chelle will have so much fun making you up…”
Her smile is bright and inviting as she continues to lead Tiwa down the corridors. “You’ll love my family,” she continues. “Father won’t be joining us for a while—Midsummer leaves him busy, and… well.”
But then she shakes her head and waves that off. “You’ll get to meet the rest of them—and believe me, there are too many of us. Father says so, although he really doesn’t think it.” She smiles fondly. “Mother sometimes does, though, when he’s driving her more insane than usual.”
Oh yes. However regal they may be (and the Kaleaster family is capable of being incredibly, painfully regal), they’re also kind of a large, very messy family.
The door they come out from is an old door in a back room somewhere, and Nadia pauses and carefully shuts it behind her, laying her hand on the door and listening for a moment. She suddenly smiles brightly and nods sharply, chocolate brown eyes flashing with triumph. “Oh good.” She beams at Tiwa. “Now, come on!”
She starts leading the pooka down the hallway. It’s an old stone castle, with stout wooden doors. They quickly turn out of the corridor, which is somewhat less-used, into a brightly lit and busy set of halls, people bustling around making preparations, passing orders, and through some of the doors can be caught glimpses of finely dressed lords and ladies. Nadia can even almost blend in with the myriad servants—almost; her beauty and the occasional glance and nod, curtsey or bow, and smile from them sets her subtly apart, although mostly she waves it off.
“We’ll stop by my room to get you a nice dress,” Nadia explains. “It’ll keep the more thick-headed nobility from commenting, and it’s always fun to look beautiful. And Chelle will have so much fun making you up…”
Her smile is bright and inviting as she continues to lead Tiwa down the corridors. “You’ll love my family,” she continues. “Father won’t be joining us for a while—Midsummer leaves him busy, and… well.”
But then she shakes her head and waves that off. “You’ll get to meet the rest of them—and believe me, there are too many of us. Father says so, although he really doesn’t think it.” She smiles fondly. “Mother sometimes does, though, when he’s driving her more insane than usual.”
Oh yes. However regal they may be (and the Kaleaster family is capable of being incredibly, painfully regal), they’re also kind of a large, very messy family.
