Melena raised her head from the scroll atonce, her eyes paying rapt attention to her Mistress in the doorway.<br/><br/>"Yes Mistress?" Melena placed her quill down on the desk and folded her hands in her lap, going still as a statue as she did so.  She studied Camellia carefully, her green eyes drinking in every detail -  having learnt to read her Mistresses moods early on had been quite useful and she noted now that her Mistress had news.  Melena knew she had been doing well and wondered quietly what could possibly be wrong.