<span style="color: #FFBF40"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of Delecroix</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Devona</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/16aaa03c-d70c-49d0-833d-aa82d7697d9f_zpsf037c19c.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Sir Abel M. Delecroix</span></span></div></span><br/><br/>Abel gave a nod,<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "Ah--yes. Of course, Sir Hector. Luck be with you."</span>Hector was then gone and Abel turned to face his sister, preferring to see her face to face before she could smack him. He scratched the back of his head and gave a nervous chuckle, his eyes shifting back and forth for a means of escape though he wouldn't really run.<span style="color: #FFBF40">"Now, Iris, before you say anything---I just want you to know that you are the most wonderful, loving, <span style="font-style: italic">forgiving</span> sister in the whole world..." </span>he emphasized 'forgiving' for good measure.<br/><br/>Sir Abel took a small step back from her. It wasn't that he was afraid of his sister, because he wasn't...It was just, well, when she got upset about something it tended to end with him having an aching ear and her pouting. He hated to see her pout or upset. The last time she had been truly angry with him, though, she had 'accidentally tripped' and caught herself on him while he stood in front of the stairs back at home. He had tumbled down the most ungracefully and their brothers had laughed relentlessly at his fall. She had tried to hide the small smile when his shocked face came up from the ground, but he had seen it. She still swore it was an accident, and sometimes he believed her. He hadn't been hurt other than his pride, of course.<br/><br/>To be fair, he had maybe broken her favorite doll and she was only six when she had pushed him--but hard lessons stayed.