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[rebel_son]

Melehan is, at very best, displeased. His sheathe empty at his side-- there's no telling where the sword has gone-- he storms across the Mansion's lawn with a dark expression on his face through which bears a strong resemblance to the Orcadian side of the family.

One can try and talk to him-- a civil response isn't guaranteed.

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[sissy_queen]

We don't think he's met his great-aunt yet, has he? Anyway, there she is, in her eighteen year old sissy splendor, and remotely... looking confused and sad.

She has been talking to Melou, so upon seeing him, she will make a small sound of recognition.

"Sir?" Worriedly.

[rebel_son]

"Lady," says he with the edge of barely suppressed anger not unknown to those familiar with his family.

[sissy_queen]

Let us clarify that by talking to Melou we mean, having civil conversations and trying to get over the fact that they are the same age, and yet that she is a great-aunt. Erhem.

"Art well?" She doesn't dare come closer - so angry he seems.

[rebel_son]

"What carest thou? I know thee not."

[sissy_queen]

"T'is worrying to see one as angry as thou art, in truth, when so ressemblant to my nephew, he is."

She finds herself very daring, and pretty much looks at her feet as she speaks.

[rebel_son]

He gives her a cold look very reminiscent of his father. If she has courage enough to elaborate, she should certainly do so, for he won't wait long before giving up and leaving.

[sissy_queen]

Oh dear. Mordred kind of makes Gwen flail, actually - in ways one cannot imagine without wanting to forget about it immediately.

"Art not my nephew Melehan?" Even more at her feet.

[rebel_son]

"I am Melehan," he says with a careful lack of expression.

[sissy_queen]

She curtsies, almost trembling because he looks so angry, and murmurs, eyes averted...

"I am Guinevere."

[rebel_son]

"And glad to hear it, but if you please, lady aunt, I must go." Again, that tense, tight tone of anger barely kept inside.

[sissy_queen]

She would be hard pressed to protest it - after all, her handle is Sissy Queen, is it not?

"If you've been wronged, pray say so, my nephew..."

[rebel_son]

"'tis no concern of thine." He starts to go.

[sissy_queen]

Well, that's certainly more then enough for her to shrivel back into her shell, and curtsey to the air as he strides away.

Gwen has no more spine than that.