Revitalizing A Family

Franziska had squealed when they'd received a letter from their mother, ordering them home. The messenger who had stepped out of the eluvian had seemed startled by the enthusiasm with which the unawares ruler reacted.

Tell my mother that we'll be there. And then, with a skip to her step, she was off through the palace to inform her husband (this very briefly made her pause; she was pretty sure her mother had no idea she had married) and inform him that they were going to Antiva for the evening.

And so, Franziska, her husband, one skele-dog and a mabari, would make the journey through the eluvian to attend an Antivan drama dinner. She hoped Byron would mind his manners and be respectful towards her mother. And it was very like Fran to stride in with her husband in tow, and pick a seat that could be turned to face Byron, so that she could slip her feet into his lap. Absolutely improper; it'd drive her mother mad. Typically. But something seemed off, she just couldn't put a finger to it.