"Yes," An'Thaya was answering Val, "I think.. last time I checked. Glaain-spawn though, they get up to mischief." She went still for a moment, then looked up as the door swung inward.
He had to stoop low to avoid hitting his head on the door frame, lengths of ebony hair falling like a thick curtain around his broad shoulders before he straightened and met the Amazon's gaze with eyes of swirling liquid gold. No pupil, no iris, just enigmatic pools. The Changeling did not seem to be aware of the outside chill, dressed in a soft, loose indigo shirt and snug black leather trousers with no apparent need for a cloak. At eight feet tall he was the biggest thing in the room, a stark contrast the the diminutive red-headed Amazon who gave him a quick but warm embrace. She said nothing else, but tilted her head up to look into his face, a certain tension in her shoulders.
"I just came for the celebration," he said quietly. "Not out of duty."
The Amazon visibly relaxed and smiled. "Let me get you some wassail then... eggnog is probably not a good idea," there was a bit of mischief in her tone.
"Thank you." He canted his head slightly, then turned it toward the corner where the garnet-eyed elf was seated. He stared at her for a moment until Thaya touched his arm.
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