Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan 
Zahrada, Astoria

Mikhail made a friend? She was surprised to hear that, but felt bad that she was surprised. Mikhail just didn't have a lot of common age people in Astoria, so it was a pleasant surprise. She laughed when he said that the Coridon boy was a bad influence, and shifted the baby in her arms. 

"Well good, maybe it'll do him some good to get out of his shell. He's what, fourteen, nearly fifteen? It's about time he started making connections like that on his own. " She mused, and then shifted a bit. "It's not like I can say I'd be upset if I caught Mikhail drinking wine with a friend." She paused. "Unless it was a girl." Then she paused again. "No, actually no, I'd like to live to see my grandchildren, he can bring a girl home." 

They were off topic. "But right, the Roses. Eric I might have you go with Harmatton to assure-" 

"Hey Mom." Mikhail's voice came from the doorway, and Anyanka turned to greet him, and screamed, scaring Marcus and making him cry as her hand moved to her mouth to stop the sound. 

Mikhail's hand went to his hair, and a sheepish grin crossed his features as he looked to Angelica. "I knew she'd hate it."
Edward
Lord Eric Stafford
Zahrada, Astoria

Eric had been taking the time of Anya talking to take a sip of wine. When she screamed, he jumped a little and almost spit wine, but, thankfully for Angelica, Eric kept it in. Then the baby started to cry and Eric offered to take the child back to soothe it back to a calm state. He didn't really like the sound of a child crying. The hair thing was not Eric's doing, so he decided not to say anything about it. 

In the meantime, Daemon would have bid Mikhail a goodnight and set off to settle into the place he would have been staying with the rest of the squires, since they all still had training in the morning.
Joseph
Anyanka Durkhan
Zahrada, Astoria. 

Eric took the baby, and Angelica decided the introduction of Mikhail's new hair and the crying child was enough for her and Eric to retire. She pressed a kiss to Anya's cheek and murmured a quick '_Sorry_' about the surprise before leading Eric out of the room to the chambers that had been provided for them. 

Mikhail didn't stay much longer, just long enough for Anya to admit he was right in that it was a good idea to change his appearance, temporary or otherwise. 

"It makes you look almost grown." She told him, running her fingers through the dark locks and examining his fingers. "At least your father sent you something good, it's not going to ruin your sheets." She muttered, and Mikhail gave a small smile. 

"I don't think it's a bad thing that I'm looking older, considering the fear I might not continue to grow after the Witherlands." He pointed out, and Anya sighed. 

"Why did I let you read, Mika?" She teased, and they both laughed before Mikhail gave a small nod, dismissing himself to go and get some rest before sunrise. She retired as well, instructing a servant to put out the fire in the parlor as she headed back to her own chambers to finally get some sleep.