Steven
Charity Lane
Sol, Terresol

"I might be" Charity noted sighing, a hint of exhaustion in her voice. A result of the lack of sleep no doubt. She leaned over and planted a kiss on the Duchess' cheek. "And you sound like you're not yet fully awake." The Queen reluctantly pulled her hand back. The pair could probably sit there for some time more cuddling, kissing, or other things. But they had somewhere to be. So Charity ought to take the first step. She moved to the edge of the bed, stood, and began to dress in more daytime proper attire. As soon as the Duchess was ready she would lead the way to Mireli's room
Bessie
Anyanka Durkhan
Sol, Terresol

Anya leaned with the pressure of the kiss, and with a small laugh she agreed that she wasn't awake enough yet. When Charity moved towards the edge of her bed, Anya swiped for her, hoping to catch her and pull her back for another hour or so. But there was no nightgown to catch and her hand moved lazily through empty space as the Queen moved to get dressed. 

Anya took it as a cue she should as well, and moved to do the same. They helped each other dress, Charity in her sensible attire and Anya in borrowed dressed that didn't reach anywhere near her usual style. She preferred rich jewel tones and tight fitting dresses where Charity had fully accepted the practicality of fashion. 

Admittedly, in her borrowed attire Anya felt almost as if she was wearing nothing, not used to clothing she wasn't _very_ aware of. It was a nice change, but nothing she'd keep too once she returned home. 

The two Queens moved through the palace, Charity mentioning odd bits about paintings they passed on their way to the childrens wing before they finally stopped before a door. Charity Knocked, and suddenly Anya was nervous for the first time since arriving.
Marion
Mireli Tanner
Sol, Terresol

The little girl was laying in her bed when the knock sounded at the door. She had been awake for quite some time before then, simply staring at the ceiling and enjoying the comfort of her bed, but when Charity knocked, she sat up and attached her prosthetic before making her way to answer the door.

Once upon a time, she would have rushed to the door, swinging it open wide as hope surged through her. For so long, she had hoped and prayed that her mother would be the one standing at the door, telling her that she was sorry she left and that she'd never leave her again. But each time, the little girl had been disappointed. Over and over again; day after day. 5 years of nothing but disappointment had hardened Miri's heart to the point that she felt no hope for her mother's return any longer. Now, at 8 years old, she could scarcely remember her mother's face or her voice as time slowly lapped at her memories, eroding them away until they became hazy and distant.

She was a quiet child, far more quiet than she had been when Catarina first delivered her here. Back then, before Cat abandoned her in the palace, Miri had been a chattering, bubbly child that never met a stranger. Now, it was as if she was constantly a little reserved with people in that she was far more quiet and avoided forming attachments. Attachments only made it hurt worse when people left... It wasn't like she was rude or anything, just quiet and shy, like the light had dimmed a little when her mother left. She got along well with the other children though, and she liked Charity quite a lot too. While she still missed her mother, she could never say that her upbringing within the castle walls was a bad one. Charity and her staff saw to it that the children never really wanted for anything, even going so far as to have new prosthetics made for her leg as soon as she grew enough to cause a limp due to the difference in length between the two legs. She was even being educated and was proving to be quite a bright child that loved to read and write, and she was even beginning to pick up some other languages.

Miri had oscillated between hatred and longing for a long time after her mother abandoned her before she finally settled upon gloomy resignation. Yet, with that resignation came the ability to accept her circumstances and the people around her, and in doing so, she had warmed up to Charity quite a bit, despite her tendency to guard herself against forming too close of a bond with anyone. As a result, when she opened the door, she smiled rather shyly up at Charity from beneath a mop of tousled black curls. Her white nightgown hung loosely from her slim frame, contrasting quite a bit against her browned skin, almost like the color of a fawn. Her eyes widened into large doe-eyes when she realized that Charity was accompanied by another woman whom she had never seen before, and Miri became even more shy, if that was at all possible. Still, she managed to find her voice and mustered up a "Good morning," To both of them.

Her mind was racing as she gazed up at both of them, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them. She knew little in the way of Charity's personal life, and admittedly, Mireli's life was rather routine by this point. She knew all the castle staff that worked with her and the other children, from the maids to the tutors, and this woman didn't have the bearing of one of the staff. Rather, she towered over Miri with a regal bearing that Miri just couldn't peel her eyes away from. The woman just was so... Vibrant, and it made Miri a little dim by comparison. Her shyness took over and she shifted a bit so that she was partially shielded by the door, with particular emphasis on hiding her missing limb. That fact wouldn't stay hidden for long, of course-it never did-but for the moment she felt as if she couldn't be any less than perfect in the eyes of the imposing figure before her.