Lilliana caught sight of the speaker whose words and the dialect in which she said them, enchanted her.  "Oh yes!" She chirped. "We have the most beauteous horses and some lovely large birds, male peacocks are the lovliest, the females are rather plain." The girl knew she was becomming side-tracked and adjusted her conversation.  "But Father, if you don't need either of us to attend the gathering after dinner, may I show her the grounds and your stallions?"  She inquired down the table toward her father, past her mother and brother.<br/><br/>"We shall not keep thee from it dear girl." The King looked fondly to his daughter and smiled under his thick facial hair.  One could tell his countanace was smiling because the mass of curls uplifted a little.<br/><br/>"Eurich, would you like to come as well?" Lilliana inquired, but her brother shook his head and gestured toward the floor.  Under which were the catacombs where he usually spent his time.  Lilliana sighed and shook her head.  "Fine, if you must."  She again tured her attention to the red-head who'd addressed her.  "You are from Italy or Greese?"