First Impressions

Ruffled Feathers

Farrday, the 38th Day of Spring's Beginning, In the Year of Our Kings 990

Appetites Lost, Appetites Found, Appetites Lost Again

"Temmin?" said Queen Ansella, leaning across his father. "Are you unwell?"

"I'm fine, Mam--Mother," he squeaked, then forced a smile. Wouldn't do to call the queen Mama in public.

"You look very pale suddenly." She gave him a concerned little frown. "Ellika," she called, "be sure he eats."

Ellika rolled her eyes, but when she looked over at her brother, she frowned as well. "You do look a little out of sorts. You can't be suffering the pangs of love already? She hasn't even rejected you yet!"

A Walk, a Folly, a Dance, and a Flirtation

Breakfast and a Ride, Not in That Order