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"Daddy?" It took a great deal to surprise Kella, but she was stunned by the word. Enough that she missed one of her favorite things: a compliment.
"Who's Daddy? Yours?"
But she was being led inside by the pretty wisp of a girl before any answers were given. The Vagaran could only murmur aloud, "I always figured he'd curse his brood with that hair-color. You seem unscathed by red."
Half stumbling and entirely confused, the woman was presented to Eyvind, who looked no less surprised. Papers once so neat were dropped and fanned out into a festive rug of parchment, and he steadied himself against a poor little table. It was a wonder it didn't split under the suddenness of his hand.
Her crooked smile was flashed a moment too late to make her seem poised.
"Serale, Ginger and thanks for the welcome." A happy warmth touched her eyes, "How is life treating you?"
But the answer didn't come before she was impulsively swept up, pack and all. Kella gave a quick yelp but it was smothered in her friend's chest.
"Good to see you too," she managed a mite breathlessly.
Like a child's adored toy she was squeezed and gently placed back on its "shelf". If it weren't for a bit of agility training she'd have crumpled a bit when set down again.
Stepping back she gave Eyvind a once over, with her hand on her hip.
"Lud, Ginger you look like an Air'riela with all those bangles. If I'd known you had a taste for jewelry I would have loaned you some of mine."
Kella's teasing could not be helped, especially when she felt a bit skittish. It was a typical reaction.
"So umm…" she craned her body to look towards where Rainn had run off to, "You have a kid. Who knew?" Certainly not Kella. "Pretty thing, must've taken after her mother." A different mood suddenly overtook her curious pose as she, nudged at a piece of paper with her foot.
"Is her mother around? Or did you two have a falling out?"
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