[Calairiel Mynendil Gil'dae]

Cala smiled and accepted the tea gratefully, listening to the words her brother offered. Always happy to include her family in matters that pertained to them all, she was intrigued as to what his thoughts were.

And then he mentioned Imperia…and Calairiel’s heart went cold. Ugh…Imperia. Why Imperia?

Fenn wouldn’t have known so she couldn’t blame him…but Imperia was a place that held bad memories for the Lady of Gil’dae. As its former vice-governor, she had been there for a time attempting to help in the aftermath of the destruction the meteors had reigned upon it. The citizens, however, had been none to pleased at her appointment or the help she tried to give. They had called her horrible names and thought of her as nothing more then an elven spy intent on their destruction.

Time had passed and it seemed almost a lifetime ago but the memories and emotions were still fresh in her mind. Sipping her tea, her silver gaze fell to Fenn again, smiling a bit.

“ I fear that Imperia holds no love for Gil’dae…or at least didn’t when I was vice-Governess there, but you are certainly welcome to try. What type of business are you thinking of starting?”

While her thoughts were clouded in emotion, she kept her eye on the matter of business. Fenn hadn’t come to listen to her whine about who did and did not like her or to hear of her past.