Katherine
Bastien de Lysse
The Keep Sempiternal of Gray Hills.

*Why does she ask questions she already knows the answer to?*

Bastien pushed himself off the wall to stand over Lady Kolgrim. "Hmm? No," He said with a faint smile. "I stood here for fifteen minutes simply to wish you a good morning." 

He cleared his throat as his smile disappeared, remembering that he was trying to be more professional. His father would never make such playful remarks to servants. Though Calypso's position was higher than a mere servant, he was still her employer. "Fleur should be awake by now," He said as he glanced at her attire. She, like him, was wearing more casual clothes. She looked younger, almost softer in the simple garment. He had not seen her dressed like this before, but he thought it looked nice.

He began to lead her away from her room, making sure to lock her door. He gave her this particular room because there were only two keys that opened it: the one in his hand, and the one he had given Calypso. "I will lead you to her room and stay for a few minutes for you two to get acquainted while I am still present," He explained to her quietly. "My being there should help things go along more smoothly, if there is any problem."

Glancing at the young woman beside him, Bastien could pick up on the fact that she was feeling slightly nervous about meeting Fleur. She wanted Fleur to like her. "Do not worry," Bastien said as he looked forward, his face neutral. "I'm sure she will love you. Just act naturally. And I'm pretty sure she would prefer it if you called her by her name instead of 'your grace' or other titles." He glanced at her. "Which I would prefer as well."
Bill
Calypso Kolgrim 
The Keep Semptiternal of Gray Hills.


Calypso couldn't stop the chuckle from escaping her lips at Lord Bastien's joke, but she quickly recomposes herself, bringing a hand to delicately cover her mouth, forcing her smile to disappear and to not answer to his quip. No big deal, the joke caught her off guard and it was only polite of her to laugh, nothing unusual. But she was working for him right now and she had to treat him with the utmost respect.

The lady took a mental note of the fact that he owned the key to her room, so maybe it would be good to think about some way to prevent unwanted visits, although, she thought stealing a glance at the man walking beside her, he didn't seem the time to take advantage of something like this. But better keep eyes open.

Calypso listened carefully as the De Lysse spoke walking side by side, her hands folded in front of her, her eyes fixed straight ahead. Calypso grew up in the capital, she had the opportunity to be presented to society and socialize with her peers, but it was never really her. The perfect, humble, well mannered, and elegant Calypso was just a mast of what people expected from her. All her life she had been molding herself to fit other's expectations of her. The only one who had seen the real her was her father, and now he wasn't there anymore. She wasn't at Sol, where she knew everyone and everything of them. And it was being asked her of being genuine. "Yes, your presence will probably help a lot." Agreed her. "To avoid any general awkwardness." Quickly added her not wanting him to think that it would be of help to her... Although it was true.

Lord Bastien's words pulled her out of her thoughts and she looked up at him mouth slightly agape. "Well..." That was a request she surely didn't expect. "It goes against everything I have been tough about proper etiquette... But I can try since is your grace- I mean ." She cursed herself for stuttering " Since is you, asking it." The only people Calypso had referred to with their first names were servants, and it felt unnatural to think she could take such liberties with people of their social status. "Thank you for informing me... Lord Bastien." *Changes must be made!* The voice of her father laughed in her head and she felt the need to cuss him off. 

It didn't take long for them to arrive in front of Lady Fleur's room. Her face remained unchallenged but she drew in a deep breath.
Katherine
Bastien de Lysse
The Keep Sempiternal

Bastien listened as Lady Kolgrim stuttered from his request before ultimately agreeing. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he saw a side of her that he had not yet seen. All because he simply asked her to address him by his first name. *'That's sort of cute.'*

"That's a start," He told her as they outside of Fleur's room, still keeping his slight smile as he locked eyes with her. *"Lady Ca~lyp~so."* He drew out her name a bit longer than necessary with his husky voice, feeling out how each syllable felt in his mouth. He was curious if saying her name would make her equally flustered as when she tried to say his.

He glanced away from her to knock four times on Fleur's dark oaken door before waiting to hear his little sister's voice on the other side.
Eric
Fleur De Lysse
The Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills

Fleur had been awake for a while, as she was often up quite early due to her nightmares. The girl slept little, resulting in slight bags under her eyes. She learned quite young how to hide them with a little bit of powder, but some days were worse than others. Fleur had struggled to sleep much the night before, though she tried not to let it get to her. She was used to it at this point. 

The girl peeked out from under her covers as there was a knock at her door, wondering whom it would be at this time in the morning. Often, her parents and siblings did not come to bother her, and sent a servant as well. However, a servant would announce themselves at the knock, but this one was four distinct thuds. Which typically meant one person: Bastien.

Fleur had heard that her brother was supposed to arrive back at the keep the night before, though often travel times had gotten skewed and he arrived a couple days late, so Fleur was quite surprised when his knock came at her door. 

"Bastien, is that you? Come in." Fleur called, rubbing her tired eyes with her hands. Maybe she would tell mother she wasn't feeling well and stay in bed all day- though she knew that would cause call for a doctor and Fleur didn't much like them.

Of course, Fleur had not expected anyone else to arrive with Bastien, so she had not bothered to change from her night gown. Fleur knew it did not matter much- she was still classified as a child and it was less improper for others to see a child in their night clothes.
Bill
Calypso Kolgrim 
The Keep Semptiternal of Gray Hills.

Calypso shoots a fiery glance at Bastien as he unnecessarily dragged her name in a way that, despite digging her fingernails in her palm, brought up to her cheek a healthy shade of pink. To make everything worsts the word was accompanied by a smug smile not too different from the one he had last time they met at her house, but instead of getting mad something inside her forced her to lower her gaze. She opened her mouth to protest but before she could say anything Bastien was already knocking on the door and a young girl's voice invited them inside. So much for professionalism.

Before Bastien opened the door Calypso quickly fixed her posture and smoothed out the frown on her face substituted by a delicate smile. She will come back at him for his behavior in another moment, now she had other things to worry about.

As the heavy door swung open gently, the figure of a young girl appeared before her eyes. Her hair was a pure white and her lilac eyes shined in the first light of the morning. She also noticed that she was still wearing her nightgown and despite being a woman herself, Calypso quickly lowered her gaze out of respect, turning her head slightly to the side.

"Pardon the intrusion, my lady." Said her automatically, years of strictly taught good manners are hard to get out. Her eyes were fixed now on the tip of Bastian shoes waiting for the two to decide how to behave in that situation. At least her cheek had stopped blushing.
Katherine
Bastien de Lysse
The Keep Sempiternal

Bastien attempted to conceal his smile as he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, Lady Calypso's cheeks flush. *'How interesting,'* He thought to himself as he listened to Fleur's voice telling them to come in. *'The young woman that was so poised and sure of herself blushes at the sound of her name.'*

Bastien opened the door to see Fleur sitting in her bed in a nightgown. His little sister looked extremely tired, though she tried to hide it with a confused, polite smile. Bastien felt his own smile instantly vanish as concern for Fleur overtook him. He made sure that Lady Calypso was in the room before quietly shutting the door, then turning to his sister

"Are you alright?" He asked as he went over to her bedside, crouching down so that they were eye-level to one another. He reached out to place a hand on her forehead, pushing back some strands of long silver hair that were stuck to her face as he felt her temperature. "Hmm. You feel normal." He wrapped his arms around her slight frame and pulled her into a gentle hug. "Nightmares?" He asked in a whisper, already knowing the answer. "I'm sorry."

He glanced back and saw Lady Calypso standing there uncertainly. "Ah," He said, remembering what the purpose was of this meeting. He knew he should feel slightly ashamed with how openly he had displayed affection in front of Lady Calypso, but he didn't. "Do you remember when I told you I was going to bring you a special present?" He asked as he tucked a lock of hair behind his sister's ear. He leaned back to let Fleur get a clear look at the woman behind him. "Here is your present. Since you are sixteen now, I decided that you should be given a lady-in-waiting. This is Lady Calypso, a daughter of a knight who had served us faithfully. She is to be your faithful friend and assistant."
Eric
Fleur De Lysse
The Keep Sempiternal of the Grey Hills

Fleur couldn't help the soft smile that fell over her lips each time she saw her older brother come home from a trip, the sight of him providing a warm feeling in her chest. It was one of her favorite feelings, and she hated when it would go away for weeks as he did. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion at the sight of the unfamiliar lady, however, her cheeks flushing a light pink as she grew slightly embarrassed at her own attire. She tried to pay it little mind, her attention soon turning back to the now concerned Bastien, who was fretting over her own appearance.

"Oh, I'm alright. Just a bit tired." She answered to his question, leaning into his warm arms and letting her face rest on his shoulder, cherishing the hug while she could. 

Fleur listed as her brother spoke, her eyes moving towards the other woman as her attention shifted, the soft smile returning to her lips. 

"It's very nice to meet you, Lady Calypso. I'm sorry you must meet me in such a state- has Bastien been treating you well?" Fleur asked, a gentle quip at her brother in the process.

"I read a book once- Bastien had brought it from his adventures, I think. It was about a lady in waiting and her adventures of being a spy- or was that a dream?" She looked to her older brother, a cloud of confusion showing in her eyes, though she quickly shrugged it off.

"Often times my old dreams get muddled with the books I read. No bother." She smiled back at Lady Calypso, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Will you let mother know I'm feeling a bit under the weather? It's no cause for concern- I just want to try to sleep in a little longer. The sunlight is better for keeping away the nightmares."
Bill
Calypso Kolgrim 
The Keep Semptiternal of Gray Hills.

Calypso made sure to keep her eyes low and mouth shut while the two siblings interact. But she did steal a glance at the two, making sure to go unnoticed, but she felt like she needed to take a double look.
The man who was now gently holding the girl, checking on her with a worried look and a gentle smile... Was that really the same man who had been teasing her, ordering her around, and sometimes being outright disrespectful to her? 
If Calypso wasn't witnessing it with her own eyes she would not believe it.

When Bastien finally introduced her to Fleur, Calypso raised her gaze again, taking a step forward. Now that she could actually look at the girl, Calypso understood her brother's worries. Lady Fleur looked pale, making her dark circles stand out even more, the poor little thing looked like she hadn't slept in days. Her similarity with lord Bastien astonishing "The pleasure is mine, my lady. And you do not have to worry, it was your brother's idea to make us meet first thing in the morning." Said her with a small bow. At the girl's question, she shoots a glance at Bastien with a kind smile "Oh Lord Bastien has been nothing less than a real gentleman with me." That's what a big lie but the young lady didn't need to know that.

When Fleur mentioned a story very similar to her situation, Calypso's face remained unchanged, allowing herself a small chuckle "That sounds like a life worth writing of! If you ever find that book I would love to read it. " Lady Kolgrim let her shoulder relax without altering her voice, acting reserved but jovial. Bastien had told her about his sister... Condition, and she had no doubt it might actually be a dream. But she didn't let the thought linger too long. Despite her frail appearance, Fleur looked no way different from any girl her age: soft-spoken but still with that vitality classic of children.

As Fleur spoke again to her brother Calypso let her eye wandering around the room a bit. There were many things one could get from someone's room if you were paying enough attention. The number of books present in the room could make one think about a studious mind, but at a closer examination, all the books were novels or stories. A dreamer, a free spirit. Interesting.