<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/Mirevia.jpg)</div>Mirevia was taken aback at the rather sudden appearance of Erin, who was clearly the Theiri court jester. She expected someone of more dignified status to greet them. Perhaps that was indeed what was planned, but she looked over her shoulder and saw no one. Immediately, her look turned sour and distasteful. Clearly, this was Lyssa’s way of insulting them!<br/><br/>The little jester danced between everyone; herself, her husband, and even her children. Mirevia took an apprehensive step back, raising a hand to her bust as if she were a fetid creature that suddenly might try to attach itself to her. But instead, Erin danced to Lenally, going so far as to lay hands upon her without permission. Had she not let go when she did, Mirevia would have strangled the life from her little body with her own hands.<br/><br/>“I thank you for the welcome, Lady Fool,” she said dryly, “Though I fear your excitement is not shared by all, for our journey has been long and tiresome. If you would take us to your Queen, perhaps we can enjoy your wit at a more appropriate time…”<br/><br/>The way she stated it made it clear it was not up for debate, regardless if they were guests in the castle.<br/><br/>Fortunately, the fool seemed wiser than that to try her will. They were led deeper into the castle, and all the while they walked, Mirevia looked about, drinking in the sights. She was certain Archibald was doing the same, learning the structure of the castle, its design and passages, and any little tufts of information that might aid them in the future,  whether it be diplomatic or not.<br/><br/>Upon arriving in the throne room, they were finally greeted by Queen Lyssa. Once again, Theiri surprised her; she was a younger maiden than herself. By how much was yet to be seen, as Mirevia herself looked far younger, but she was certain Lyssa was the younger of the two, and quite beautiful. Despite all this though, she wore a cunning look, one that made her feel wary.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, she offered a polite smile, stepping forward. “Hail, Queen Lyssa,” she greeted with a curtsey and swish of her lavender cloak. “I am Queen Mirevia Aserit. I thank you for your hospitality.”<br/>