Mornings are for coffee and contemplation

LOCATION Howie's place in London
DATE 25 of September 2021
TIME 8-9 am ish
OUTFIT Link
TOPIC FOR @Howard xx
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She had stayed back in New York for seven days after Charles had sailed and she had been on her way to just fly back to Aston. Fly back home, but either way, she stood here in front of a door in London. She knocked a few times, looking up at the gloomy sky that looked like it would break over her within seconds. It was rather unannounced Saturday morning, and she hoped he was home. Laila didn't really know if he had woken up yet, she was a bit jetlagged but also didn't mind. She knew who she needed to talk to before returning home to her family. God, she hoped she hadn't worried them too much after having lost her phone back in the beginning of July. Of course she had gotten a new one, but it was this old school phone, barely able to go online. Laila hadn't really danced professionally since James had straight up kicked her out. After everything she had done. But the last few months had been good, she had had time to recover, grieve and get back on her feet. Mostly Charles were to thank for that. "Oh come on, please be home," she mumbled a bit to herself while licking her lips, tip toeing a bit. She didn't really have anything with her other than a small suitcase Charles had bought her, so she could take her new belongings with her home. And then of course she had went by the best open shop down town, with morning coffees and morning bread.

It was the second the door opened that she seemed to realize that she had been gone for a while. She pulled a smile on her lips the second she saw his face, still on New York time she was overtired, but also over caffeinated and everything could be solved with an iced coffee - at least that was what she told herself. She was anxious about going back to Aston, worried that her absence had caused more bad than good. James hadn't given her much space to be there, and she had bend over backwards trying to be everywhere at once. Laila would have looked way worse if it hadn't been for Charles finding her. She was going to be okay, and she had everything under control. So, she walked in as he said she could come and and moved to the side. She rolled her suitcase in side and took her shoes off, by using her for opposite foot to get it off. "I'm sorry for just stopping by like this, I promise you, you will get all the tea," she chuckled a bit and felt her heart skip a beat. Mostly because Howie was the first person from back home she had spoken to in months. She could have contacted anyone, and yet she arrived here. "I brought coffee from some fancy place down town, and some English muffins - because I guessed I most likely would have woken you up - I am sorry about that," she apologized with a warm smile lighting up over her face.

"Oh, and nice place -" Laila moved her eyes around the living area. It was a nice place, she could imagine it was weird suddenly be living by oneself - she remembered just the first time she had a room somewhere outside the family house - it was weird, but she had gotten used to the freedom. "How do you find living by yourself now?" She asked moving her eyes back to him handing him one of the coffees. She knew his parents weren't the most around people, but he had still lived with his siblings, so suddenly having an entire space by yourself, no noise, but also no one to just disturb whenever you felt like talking to someone - see that was the part she missed the most about living home, just knocking on Kemuel or Zadkiel's door to annoy them for a few minutes or just talk a bit.

As his head was a little muddled, it was like every word that Laila spoke was pouring out of her like a waterfall. Making it very hard for him to follow what was actually going on, as he was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that his best friend’s sister was standing there in his small apartment. With coffee and English muffins. Not that Laila wasn’t his friend too, they had danced a lot together when they had first gotten to know each other. But it was just a lot of information to take in when one wasn’t awake yet. It kind of reminded him if a certain someone else that always had so much chaotic energy around her. Which meant that he clearly didn’t mind it.

“Well, its weird but I’m so busy that I don’t really have time to think about the fact that I’m more or less alone, and besides Maya is here as much as she is able too, or I go home when I have the time” he said with a soft smile and took the cup of coffee that he was giving “Well, I’ll find some butter for those English muffins, do you want some coffee?” he then looked down and the cup in is hand and then started laughing “Gezz, okay, like I said I’m very busy right now, so don’t hold it against me” he walked towards the kitchen and took out some butter and found two plates and some knifes. “So, not that I’m very happy to see you, but what the hell happened?” he asked taking a sip of his cup while letting his brown eyes rest on her.

She nodded a bit. Being busy. Yeah, she missed being busy, and at the same time freedom was nice. It was nice being able to not know what was going to happen tomorrow, but she also missed having a purpose. But dancers were busy people, so she understood what he said. She understood how tired he must be, and the guilt started to drag her just a little bit. Laila chuckled a little bit when he asked her about coffee looking down at the cup in her hand, following him to the kitchen. "No worries, I should know better than to pick this hour a day. I guess they keep you on your toes constantly," she theorized as she breathed out before taking a larger sip of her coffee. The next question was the one she knew she couldn't avoid, and she took a deeper breath in looking down at her coffee cup for a moment before breaking out. "I got an injury back in June, and Miles only wanted me to get it checked out with someone he trusted in Russia, told me to go there get it fixed and everything would be fine when I got back," she took yet another and deeper breath in breaking the eye contact and took a few steps to the side. "Well, he lied. And fired me, and I'm pretty sure he ruined my chances on ever taking another job ever again. So, after a little reflecting. I took a flight to New York," she nodded and to herself before turning around facing Howie again. "I got robbed and lost my phone and every thing - so yeah, it is quite a story," Laila shook her head a little bit.

Laila took a slightly deeper breath in before biting her cheek a little, finally placing the paper bag with the English muffins on the counter by stepping up next to him. "I felt like I had lost myself, so getting a little lost I made a good friend who reminded me who I was," she confessed leaning a bit against the corner. "So, I've been helping orphans the last few months, helping them find a home. Charlie, my friend actually just got a handful to Gaia, like last night," Laila informed and took yet another sip of her coffee. "Like I said... it's quite the story."

”Understatement” he mumbled as she theorized that they kept him on his toes constantly. Becoming a professional took a whole lot more than most people would believe. It wasn’t just coming to a few shows and when you had first made a name it would be easy sailing from there. It was constant, almost twenty-four-hour work. There was always something to do when you weren’t working out or training. You were watching your diet. And if it wasn’t something related to your body it was parties and mingling with the right people. Finding someone that would sponsor you. After he had moved here, he suddenly understood where the idea for hunger games had come from. Just modern-day life and becoming something in a public eye.

He listened as she explained what had happened, he made big eyes as she told him that his uncle. Well, far out family member. After his knowledge. But James Miles was still family, not that he licked it very much. And despite being in the same field of work, he had never asked Miles for a favor, nor had he sought his help. More or less doing everything on his own. Away from his family and their influence and money. Not that he was blind to the fact, that his name did hold a lot of weight in the right circles.

“You Nelsons, you can never catch a break” he breathed giving a slight smile as she was more or less done with her wild tale on how she had ended up in front of his door. And what she had been doing all this time. “I’m sorry to hear that all that happened to you” he reached over to her and took her hand and gave it a small squeeze. “At least I can comfort you with the fact that Kemuel is back home? I’m sure that he will be very happy to see you, as well for the rest of the gang” he took a sip of his coffee and turned around to put the English Muffins in the toaster. Nothing better than a slightly toasted muffin with melted butter.

You Nelsons, you can never catch a break, she clicked her tongue a little bit, lifting her brows. "I will drink to that," she shook her head briefly while breathing out. It had been shattering to be picked aside so close to the top, she had worked so hard for this her entire life. Laila folded her lips together as he took her hand and gave it a softer squeeze. She was sorry about that too, and had you asked her the moment it happened life was to be meaningless, pointless and just done - perhaps it sounded overdramatic, but to someone who had put their entire life on one path to end where she almost had been, and then for it to just break into a thousand pieces on the floor - it was far from overdramatic. Laila was about to say it was alright, when Howie started his next sentence with I can comfort you with - and then Kemuel's name. Kemuel was home? "Kem is back home?" She almost asked if she needed to know she had heard right. Laila had been furious when her father had dragged Kemuel with him, she had even tried to see if she could figure out where he had been dragged to over the last couple of months - but with no luck. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to see them too, I just had to find myself before dragging even more trouble on their feet," she licked her lips a little bit taking a sip of her coffee. "But I'm okay, devastated, yes, but I'm alright when thinking about what a year this has been," she took a deeper breath in. "Have you ever thought about what you would do with your life, if you couldn't dance like you wanted to?" She crossed her arms a little taking a step forward leaning her hip against the counter, placing the cup on her top arm while looking at him. Charles had opened her eyes to a different perspective of work, but she still wasn't sure where or what to do. Luckily, she was brilliant and could possibly get into any other school she wanted, if she could just figure out what to do with herself.

He nodded as she asked if Kemuel was back home. But he didn’t know much more than that, as he had prioritized talking with Maya when he had the time. Besides, it seemed like Zadkiel had a lot around his ears these days, so it wasn’t a lot they actually talked. But that was how friendships was, sometimes you talked every day. And then there were periods where you didn’t talk for weeks or even months. He gave her a soft nod and placed the bread muffins on a plate and started putting butter on it before he pushed the plate towards her and worked on one for himself. He looked up as she asked if he had ever thought about what he wanted to do. “A singer, acting, something that is creative” he gave her a smile “it isn’t uncommon I think, because it’s a lot of hard work, and it’s a though business” he licked his lips taking a bite, feeling the bread and butter explode of flavors in his mouth. “This is really good” he said with his mouth half full. He swallowed and gave her a soft smile “thank you, this was a nice surprise” he made a small nod before his smile turned a little more sneaky “So, Charlie, huh?”

She took the plate as he pushed it towards her and looked towards him as he replied to her question. Something creative. To be honest, she couldn't imagine him doing anything that wasn't creative or a form of expression. Laila folded her lips a little bit, it was a tough business and you carried so much weight on your shoulders - more than others even dared realizing. She remembered back when Zadkiel had been so confident in becoming an actor, the two of them always having made their own little shows for their younger siblings to entertain them, she had always loved work like that - but he one day he had just stopped. Their mother had always made them fight for what they wanted in life, but she still couldn't help but feel like Zadkiel had given up on that, because standing here on the edge she was so close to giving up too. Laila took a bite of one of her muffins, her stomach thankful for some food and not just coffee. Laila started laughing as he expressed with his mouth half filled with food that it was good, covering her mouth with her hand a bit not to end up spilling the bite she had taken. Laila chewed her bite and swallowed, before pulling her lips up in a warmer smile, happy that he thought of it as a nice surprise.

Laila narrowed her eyes a little bit as his smile turned a bit sneakier, mentioning Charlie that he had briefly had mentioned the name of earlier. She couldn't really help but smile brightly. "What about him?" She asked taking a sip of her coffee, she could feel the warmth in her cheeks. "He is a social worker in the supernatural department, an artist - and he is cute which doesn't make things any worse," she pointed out with a softer chuckle. Laila was very thankful that Charles had helped picking up the remains at her when she had needed someone, even if it had been a short fling it had been worth it.

Howie couldn’t help but waggle his brows, as she blushed after he asked about this friend from New York that had helped her get back on track. He nodded his head towards the couch as a gesture that they should sit, and started walking towards it himself, coffee and the plate of muffins at hand. He sat down as Laila added that he was cute. “It never makes anything worse when people who have a beautiful soul also have a good canvas to look at” he joked, especially now that she had just told him that he was an artist. But not only that, a social worker. Seemed like an upstanding guy. At least she had found that, and not turned to a person that had just taken advantage of that she was already a devastated soul, and there for easy prey. “So, are you together or?” he asked with a smile on his lips taking another sip of his coffee followed by a bite of his food.

She chuckled a bit, and took her plate and coffee before making it towards the couch. "It certainly doesn't hurt," Laila sat down next to him and placed the plate on top of her thighs. Laila licked her lips a little by the question if they were together now, or what they were. "We dated for a short amount of time, but with his work, and me coming back here home - there is still so much I have to deal with, and he had some family to catch up with too, so we called it quits, but its okay," she replied with a tender smile. It was her idea after all, but she had never really beforehand had time to an actual relationship, so actually trying to make one work was hard work, not to mention scary. Laila took a larger mouthful of her coffee. "So given your most likely busy schedule, when are you visiting Athena again?" She asked curiously. Now she was planning on at least staying till tomorrow. Because, there had been no other tickets for her to take. Laila took a few bites while waiting for the reply to her question. Laila was excited to get home and see Kemuel again, because she had been so worried about him - and she couldn't wait to get home and give him the warm comforting hugs that she owed him.

He nodded when Laila explained how the relationship had worked. “To be fair, sometimes some relationships just need to be a short period of time” he said with a smile, he understood that not all relationship was equal nor all good. He had been with Lara, and that, had been something. But even though she had hurt him in the end, it had still taught him so much, mostly about himself. And for that, he still loved the shapeshifter, and really wished that she was alright, wherever she was. Still was hard for him to believe that Lara in a fit of rage had killed her parents and siblings. But well, you never really knew people, did you? "So I'm glad that he was the on that could be there for you when you needed someone, and you could still walk away just being thankful that it made you grow" he licked his lips, as a smirk formed on them. Knowing that sometimes his words, could have little to no meaning. To be fair, he just liked sounding smart sometimes.

“You need a lift?” he asked giving her a soft smile, well he did have a car and could drive down to Athena. But he also had connections to actually get a plane ticket even though all of them were sold out. “Getting home, because I could use an excuse to get back home, even though I need to stay here” he licked his lips, he had a show tonight he needed to be at, but other than that. He could skip out on the weekend, if need be.

Yeah, you never quite knew with soul demons, most of them do Laila's knowledge had their own agendas and were quite dangerous when crossed, Charles was in Laila's eyes an angel trapped in a demon's flesh. "Yeah, me too," she replied with a warmer smile, Laila was thankful for Charles help, knowing he was most likely the reason she hadn't crumbled completely.

Laila narrowed her eyes a little bit when he asked if she needed a lift. A softer chuckle left her lips, as he added he could use the excuse to get home. "I wouldn't miss out on carpool karaoke with you for anything in the world," she replied with a small laughter. It was hard missing home when you were out and about, she knew that feeling of looking for an excuse to come home, even if it was just for a few days. "So, what's on your agenda for the day?" She asked taking another bite of the muffin looking towards him. Laila looked forward to coming back home, seeing her siblings again, just hoping that she hadn't let them too much down by going on her own little adventure.

A crooket smile fromed on Howies lips as she told him that she wouldn’t miss a carpool karaoke with him. He nodded as letting her know it was a deal then, besides getting a very good reason for going home. When he knew that he should stay instead. That already a thank you enough from Laila, even if it wasn’t really her that had done anything, other than maybe needing a soft push to actually get the rest of the way to the Nelson house.

What did he have on today’s schedule? “Well, I need to get to rehearsal in two hours, and then there is a show tonight that I need to attend, but tomorrow morning we can take off, and I’ll let them now that something came up at home, so I need to head back” he said with a soft smile, yawning a little as he leaned back rubbing his eyes. Still not really awake, man no one had really prepared him for just how hard it would be starting on a professional school. Just how cutthroat people could get, just so they were sure to be the next to be picked for performances.

She took a deeper breath in and nodded a bit. Rehersals and shows. There was a part of her that missed it so much that her heart ached by the thought, but there was also another part there was so free after the pressure had been taken off her shoulders again. "Sounds good," Laila breathed out with a tenderer smile, covering her mouth with wrist as his yawn was contagious. "So, the show, anything you can squeeze a friend to come in and see?" She wondered tilting her head just a little bit to the left before taking a sip more of her coffee. Laila could entertain herself, she was in London after all - so over than maybe get a nap due to jetlag, she could explore the city. It had been a while since she had just taken a look around London, where she wasn't looking for the next studio to meet in. "I might steal your sofa for a nap while you are at rehearsal then - when I collapse is completely up to the forces from above," Laila chuckled a little bit by her own comment. No matter what she indented to be fresh for the next day to see her family again after months, but she also knew tiredness was hard to get rid off - especially after stress as well as jetlag.

He folded his fingers into a fist and nudged it against her shoulder when she asked if she could squeeze her in to come and see. “of course, for you anything” he spoke winking his eye, as he go up from the sofa, maybe he should just get an early start now, and then he wouldn’t have so much to do for the weekend anyway. “How about, you make yourself comfortable, and then I’ll just make myself ready to get out” He looked towards the bed “I could also just find new bedsheets for you, and then you can sleep in the bed, that would be much more comfortable than sleeping on this small ass couch” he said with a tender smile as he walked into the bedroom already finding new sheets, not really waiting for her answer, then she could do it or not. Placing it on the bed, he turned back to the walk-in closet and got himself the clothes that he wanted to wear for the day. Then took a new towel and walked into the bathroom “make yourself at home!” he shouted as he locked the door and started making himself ready.

"That's what I like to hear," she cracked a laugh, before taking the last mouthful of the coffee and breathed out listening to his suggestion. But before she could reply he had already gotten up to his feet and started doing what he had suggested, making her chuckle a little bit. "Alright then!" She took a deeper breath in, before getting up and took the plates from the breakfast and went to put them in the dishwasher. Then walking out to get her suitcase and rolled it towards the couch, sitting down again and opened it to get some clothing out that would be way more comfortable sleeping in than what she was currently wearing. Taking out her phone she had gotten a few texts from Charles telling her how things where going, happy that the kids despite the rocky road had made it to where they were supposed to be. Putting her phone down and closing the suitcase again, and went to the bedroom to change the sheets, she wasn't going to say no to sleep more comfortable when given the chance. It took her no time changing the sheets, and folding the others nicely.

When he was done with his normal morning routine almost half an hour later. He stepped out of the bathroom, almost feeling like a new man. He looked into the bedroom and gave her a soft smile as it seemed she had already settled in nicely. “Alright” he softly exhaled as he leaned against the doorframe folding his arms in front of his chest. “I’ll have to bounce now, but I’ll text you the details for tonight, there is a really nice Indian place just around the corner when you get hungry for lunch or early dinner, I'll leave you a spare key so you can get in and out” he scrunched his nose as a smile blossomed on his lips. “Sleep tight” he said before turning around and grabbed his jacket, wallet, phone and keys before he walked out the door towards his first itinerary for the day.

Laila took a deeper breath in and breathed out again with a soft nod, as he mentioned there was a good place around the corner. "Thank you," she smiled warmly followed by a smaller laugh, "good practice," she called after him just before he left. Laila took a deeper breath in before getting changed and went to sleep for a good amount of time. Spending the remaining hours, going for some lunch and a stroll down town till she got the details about tonight.


Laila was still over the moon over last nights show, and she was both so happy and proud of her friend - despite it made her miss the rush, but it didn't take away the happiness she felt for Howie. What she was even more high over was the fact they were close Aston at this point. Her nerves were mostly caused by the fact that she hadn't spoken to her siblings in months, and even if it wasn't really by choice at first, the distance and finding herself made her capable of handling whatever she would face when returning home. It didn't mean she wasn't worried about if there was more than a small mess that needed to be cleaned up. "So, where are you off to after you drop me off?" Laila asked with a warmer smile.

It wasn’t long before he would be dropping Laila off at her house, and then it wouldn’t be long before he would have Maya sitting where Laila was sitting right now. Then they would drive home and see Noa and just spend a night in. Just the sheer thought about it made him smile. As she asked where he was off too, he looked towards her with a soft grin on his lips “well, I’m off to see Maya” he explained and then finally pulled up towards the Nelson house, as there wasn’t any good parking spots by the house he was parked a little further away. “You sure you’re, okay?” he asked as he killed the engine and looked towards her. He stepped out of the car to give her a hug, and then waved before he sat into the car once again and drove off on his new adventure. To go see his girlfriend.

Sariel’s point of view

Now, a lot had happened in Sariel’s life. But the biggest thing had been meting her mate. Finding a friend, and suddenly feel like she had a reason and a chance to become more than her many visons had told her. The constant searching for being more than just the villain in each the stories. To an extent where she had just thought for herself that if there was nothing more for her in this world, why not just be the bad guy in the story? Standing and looking up towards the house that her mother had lived in, and that some of her siblings still lived. She took in a chunk of air, before placing her hands into the jacket that she was wearing. She had no idea how many times she had walked by, thinking if she should just walk up and tell them who she was. But just like all the other times she turned around, only to be face to face with the oldest of the daughters of the Nelson kids. “Oh, ehm, hello” she said, giving Laila an awkward smile.

Laila chuckled a little, "then give her a hug from me will ya?" The angel got out of the car and took a deeper breath in, looking towards the road ahead. It was a rather short walk, but her nerves made it a bit of a longer way. However, she took a deeper breath in and looked towards Howie. "I am. I will be okay -" Laila nodded and walked over to give take her suitcase out of the car, before she turned to him and gave him a hug, "see you soon, take care," Laila smiled at him before she watched him drive off again. Laila walked down the street, autumn had really hit the town rather fast. To think she hadn't been here all summer, Laila licked her lips a little as she walked down the road.

She finally made it towards the house, still nervous, her legs felt heavy like cement, but she had to face her siblings at some point. She just hoped they would let her stay in the house. But as she turned the corner towards the house, she was met by someone about to go off from there. Not someone she had seen before, and yet, the stranger looked so much like her mother. "Hello?" Laila pressed her brows a bit together a bit confused, before her expression loosened a bit up and she gave the stranger a smaller yet warm smile. "Are you looking for someone?" Laila then asked tilting her head a little to the side. Who knew, maybe she was friends with Zadkiel, even Sera or Kem.

At this point the hybrid felt like she was caught in the headlights as Laila asked if she was looking for someone. Because she was, she was looking for the mother that had abandoned her. Looked for the family that she had always wished she had gotten. But truth be told, she had no idea if she could handle it when it came down to it. If she was even capable of loving, or if she would just kill and rot everything that she touched. “I –“ she tried to get herself together, but it wasn’t really working for her and an awkward smile formed on her lips. That small voice in her head screaming at her to act like a normal person. But for some reason, she just couldn’t put up an act standing in front of her half-sister. When all she wanted was to tell her who she was.

“I was looking for my mother” she then truthfully told “Eden” she then added folding her arms in front of her chest. She wanted to tell her that she was here because she knew she died, but then was allowed to come back. Oh, there were so many things she wanted to say. And to be truthful, her first agenda had been turning all of her kids against her. If it hadn’t been for meeting Zach, and then helping Ayah. She might have done that, but not now. Because if she wanted a family she needed to fight for it, and not manipulate her way in.

Laila pressed her brows just a little bit further together, something seemed to be up. Okay, for a second she was about to blame Zadkiel for maybe having send some wrong signals, and had this pretty beautiful girl have her hopes up our something. Laila cursed a little bit at Zadkiel with her inside voice, but, well, that couldn't be further from the truth, as the woman in front of her announced she was looking for her mother. Laila managed to nod a little, at first nod reacting to the fact that her mother's name was spoken. Then Laila blinked a little bit as she finally got hit with realization, and she could have slapped herself across the face for first picking up on what she already knew. Her mother's name was Eden. Wait what - Laila took a deeper breath in. She knew her mother had lived for a long time, but her mother had never mentioned other children, why wouldn't she had mentioned other children? "Like my mother Eden... or someone else Eden?" Laila didn't even know how to express herself or ask, because maybe this woman was just looking for another Eden - there had to be more angels out in the world named Eden, or maybe it was just the twist of this year that kept coming for them. But there was something about the way the woman in front of her was carrying herself, like she had not for the first moment known how to react, and then to tell something like this. Laila was a bit unsure, but far from dismissing - she just wanted to be sure they were on the same page. Because she looked like their mother, Laila was far from blind to that features, and her mind was not letting her rest about the similarities as well.

Sariel nervously licked her lips as the younger angle in front of her asked if it was her mother Eden she talked about, or someone else named Eden. Well would have been quite the coincidence if she were, now wouldn’t it. Sariel could understand it though, why one would rather just make completely sure before jumping to any conclusions. The hybrid pulled in a good chunk of air before exhaling, feeling how her entire body shrunk a little. This really wasn’t how she had predicted anything would go. And she was quite good and seeing into the future and now what was at store. But lately, it had all been so muddled and very hard to make anything out of. “Yes, like your mother Eden, I’m Sariel” she looked towards Laila “I was born back in the 18’hundreds, so I’m not blaming you for not knowing about me, my mother – our mother” she corrected herself and put her hands down into her pockets “Was an angel that was in the holy army, she had a lot of enemies, including herself sometimes, which let to me not growing up with her, but when I heard she died, I came here, never finding the courage to knock on the door, and now that I hard she was back, it just all seemed –“ she stopped herself looking at her half-sister, narrowing her eyes “Sorry, I used most of my time growing up without any access to the outside world, people aren’t really my specialty, I either speak to much or too little” a small smile formed on her lips before it was gone again.

Sariel. She had never heard that name before, not even stumbled on it in a book or notes. Laila took in all Sariel said, born in the 18'hundreds - that was some days ago either way, how come there mother never had spoken about the hybrid? Laila however got her questions more or less answered by Sariel herself, as she spoke about how she hadn't been raised by their mother. Had she been raised by her father then, who was her father? Why first seeking them out now? Laila pressed her brows a little together by the saying of growing up without access to the outside world. It sounded rather lonely. "It's okay, I don't mind," she replied with a soft voice."I'm sorry you had to be grow up like that," she breathed out, hoping their mother someday would give them an explanation for this. "Perhaps you want to come inside, have a cup of tea? I think it's only Kemuel and Seraphina, the twins, that are home -" Laila suggested, even through she liked to just greet Kemuel herself first before introducing a new sister - but she also didn't want to not give Sariel the choice.