Picnic

(From Blue's Perspective)

"So, this little thing will call you mother?" Abel, the son of the duke and the duchess asked. It had been a long time since I had met him and his sister Athena last. Today, Iris, the duchess and my dear friend, brought both of them here. She was also meeting Dion for the first time. 

"Yes, but not right away," I said. 

"I know. I am not a kid, Blue," he said. 

"Is this a way to talk to the Queen, Abel?" Iris scolded him who just shrugged. 

"Blue said it's okay to call her by her name."

"Not in front of others, though," Athena said. It looked like she had grown so much in such a small time, however, not as much as Abel. 

Abel's height was the same as mine now. He was growing up too fast. Dem said he would even surpass the duke in height.