"There is someone that I'd like you to meet." Maric finally said once his family's tears of joy had abated.<br/>Taking them by their hands, the knight led them to Nimue who was not standing very far away now. It seemed like his mother had already noticed her, and was now sizing her up almost.<br/>"This is Nimue, my bride-to-be." He said, slipping his hand into Nimue's, giving it an encouraging squeeze.<br/>"It is so nice to finally meet you!" Talia squealed excitedly, holding her hand out in greeting. "Faren has told us so much about you! I'm sure that he hasn't told us the best parts about you though. Ooooh, I'm so excited! It's like I'm going to finally have a sister!"<br/>"Talia, stop pestering the poor girl." Their mother scolded kindly. "I am sorry, she gets very chatty when she is excited."<br/>"Not unlike someone I know." Said the father with a chuckle.<br/>"Oh hush, I'm hardly that talkative."<br/>"That's only because you're just about as nervous meeting the girl as she is meeting us."<br/>"I am not!" She objected, though her cheeks had now turned a rosy red.<br/>Darren's word was truthful indeed however. The entire journey here his wife had been fretting what this girl would be like, or even if she was good enough for their little boy. Well, he wasn't exactly little anymore. From the looks of it, Maric could probably take on the town blacksmith hand to hand. Something that may in fact be put to the test since the man was a good family friend.