"Moulin!"
A figure almost tumbled as he ran towards his brother that he hasn't seen for days. He panted heavily as he ran. His dark brown hair was blown by the wind as he pierced through the air. He swiftly jumped off several steps of the front of his guild and landed skillfully on the ground. The dust settling in the air around his feet as he touched down. The second young master of the Grand Fraunces household stood cooly with a hint of enthusiasm on his countenance. It broke when he set his eyes on the man standing sternly behind Moulin.
With a frown, Emlen squinted his eyes, "Eldest brother..."
"Emlen..." Maxille nodded at him. "Mother and father sent their regards."
With a tsk, Emlen nodded. With all the letters mother and father had sent him, do you think he didn't know? Calmly shifting his gaze, his eyes brightened as he turned to Moulin. "Let's has some tea, shall we?" Of course, he didn't forget to flash a glare at Maxille.