[Calairiel Mynendil Gil'dae]

Smiling softly at him, she nodded her head in greeting and listened to his story regarding Larien and his found heritage.

“Then that would make you my cousin…so I welcome you home.”

The conversation turned to her and Nimavel’s child. Giving him a smile, she caressed the small bump that had appeared in her lower abdomen and replied.

“ Many months. I am but a few seasons pregnant. I know that eventually the pregnancy will begin to wear on me…but for now, I am content. Please, come in and let us have some tea and talk. “

She took his arm and led him to a nearby sitting room with a comfortable couch and chairs. After asking one of the nearby workers to bring them a platter with tea and two cups, she glided over to the couch and lowered herself to a comfortable sitting position, patting the place next to her.

“ I promise, I don’t bite hard…although I’m not sure what Larien has told you about me. Tell me all about yourself...and please, Calairiel...or Cala. We don't stand on ceremony here."

Calairiel gave him an encouraging smile, waiting for him to begin. She truly was interested to learn about her newest relative.