Hope
begins in the dark.
In the aftermath of the fire, Eulalie had been keeping the twins indoors, often to the sound of their displeasure. Anemone's complaints were usually louder than her brother's, but as the smoke filled skies cleared, she wanted to be sure that their lungs stayed free of it. Regis especially she worried for. Some days the ivory maiden took her children through the corridors or into the great hall where they had more room to play. Still, they grew restless. She could not keep them inside forever.
When the rapping on their door came, accompnaied by a familiar voice, Eulalie swung the door open and offered a warm smile to the woman on the other side. "Pavetta, please come in," she said, stepping back further into the room. For now, Anemone and Regis were in the far corner entertaining themselves. When Eulalie looked at Pavetta, she saw some of the same emotions reflecting back at her from rose colored eyes that she felt herself. "It's so good to see you," and it was. It seemed so short a time ago that Pavetta had been a caretaker, there when Eulalie'd had the twins, but now she wore the title Emissary.
"Would you like something to warm you up? Some tea, maybe," Eulalie suggested, turning toward a low table with cushions resting around it. The few times that the twins had been with someone else, be it their father, a friend or even the various workers around the castle, the Deluminian warrior had gone out into the court to do her part. More often than not, however, she took Anemone and Regis herself. Their father had important duties to take care of and was quite busy these days, as she guessed Pavetta was as well, and she understood. "What can I do for you, Pavetta?"
@Pavetta
