As they approached the restaraunt, Millicent spoke to the floral owner, a smile across her own face as Arella hummed and held the bouquet of daisies tightly against her chest, petals falling in a light trail behind the trio. "nice to meet you, Izzy, and thank you for the flowers, she loves them". Millicent offered a hand to Izzy, and the women shook, as only strong women do. Immediately touching Izzy, Millicent flushed with heat, and shook as if a chill ran through her. She knew this soul, and well.<br/><br/>Stopping now, in front of the entrance to the Steak House, Millicent places a hand on Arella's shoulder, a silent gesture to stop, and Arella turns to face her mother, eyes wide, as if something bad were happening. Her small head looks upward at Millicent and she opens her mouth to speak, then closes it, seeing now was not the time to say a word; a smart young one. Millicent gazes into Izzy's eyes, hers pooling with tears, an expression of relief and happiness written clearly on her face.<br/><br/>Without words, she steps forward to Izzy, and pulls the beautifully vibrant woman into her embrace, whispering against her earlobe, 'my God, I thought you gone, Isolde. How I have mourned for you, and look at you now!!' Millicent pulls back, holding Izzy by her shoulders and beaming at her friend from so long ago, sniffing as she pulls her left hand to her own face, sliding her index finger under her left eye, pushing away a tear attempting to fall.<br/><br/>Arella continues to watch, now fidgeting, and keeps turning her head to glance into the restaraunt. "mommy, I'm HUNGRY", the child whines, legs curling at her ankles as she bounces her bouquet in front of her.<br/><br/>Millicent nods to Arella, shaking off her tide of emotional happiness to see the woman that helped her and bonded with her eons ago, and grasps the hands of both Izzy and Arella. "well my little miss", she exclaims to Arella, "we are definately having Izzy munch with us tonight hm?" Arella lights up with a bright smile and nods her head feverishly, her hair getting tangled up in the daisies.<br/><br/>Millicent leads them into the main entry and the desk, pushing past patrons standing about waiting their turn in line, aware that if he had his way, their inviter would have already gotten a table, as he was not outside waiting, and they were late to meet him.<br/><br/>The receptionist glances at the women and Arella, and immediately smiles at the little girl; this causes Millicent to show immediate concern, she nudging the girl behind her slightly, her hip moving to block Arella from the woman. Millicent trusts few around her daughter, even if the gesture seems polite, you just never know. The receptionist pays no mind to what Millicent has done, she lost in swarms of background noise and others bothering her to sit and eat. The greeter has a friendly tone as she addresses Arella personally, "I see the birthday girl has arrived!"<br/><br/>Millicent's brow furrows, and she tilts her head at the receptionist, 'excuse me?'. She tenses now, holding tightly to her daughter's hand, not realizing she is doing the same to Izzy. The receptionist continues, now looking at Millicent as if she is crazy, 'Um, your husband already has a private area for you? He said it was her birthday?'.<br/><br/>Millicent slowly inhales through her nostrils, filling her lungs with air. That takes some SERIOUS nerve to do from that man, and she has no idea why he would come up with such a perposterous tale. Although she could see the rationality in the woman's assuming such, here was Arella in her pretty dress and a big bouquet, it does make sense in the big scope of things. Arella peeked around Mill's hip and giggled at the woman, in her tiny tone she expresses, 'yay it's my birfday! Happy birfday to ME!'.<br/><br/>Millicent laughs now, gazing up and shaking her head. Leave it to Arie to just roll with it, and she was not about to ruin this child's happiness with being angered at the brass nuts the man just pulled out with this scheme to get a table at this restaraunt. She'd handle this issue later, in private, with him.<br/><br/>The receptionist again smiles and moves towards them, explaining to follow her, in which they do, to the private room. Millicent notices Solas standing across the room near a window, and clears her throat, thanking the receptionist as she left them there, explaining a waiter would see to them all shortly.<br/><br/>Arella immediately breaks the hold from Millicent, bounding in a full blown out and clumsy run towards the nearest window view, and Mill panics with a startled gasp; what if she falls? windows, glass, break, cuts, scrapes, fall....through..the window. These thoughts slam into Millicent's mind as she has a literal panic moment.<br/><br/>Daisies bouncing around the little angel's face, she is full steam ahead to see the lights and city, a vision she has never seen before in her life, or long death. "MOMMY LOOK AT DA BOOTIFUL STUFFS!"  Mill releases Izzy's hand and takes off after Arella, a terrified look in her own eyes, her tone tense and whining, "Arie NO! Stop running!!"