β do you know what foolishness your brother has gone and gotten himself into . . . again? β there is no greeting offered as the lady caron bursts into the tent. an adjustment is made of the babe on her hip; the youngest of the caron brood who is too young ( or simply too used to it already ) to be much fazed by his mother's fury. a fury that is slightly tempered down as dark hues fall upon her good sister ( @xfulminare ). the woman had become a most welcome presence over the last four years; her aid becoming invaluable as the former hightower juggled ruling nightsong and raising three childrenβ all of which could prove to be quite headache inducing even on the best days. β he has gone and decided to enter himself into the joustβ despite my protests. did he tell you? β
