Morning.
Gates, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Lydia's face held a small smile as she waited for the two boys to reach the door.
She had hoped real hard for them to come and here they hadn't failed, they came.
She waited eagerly and soon they reached.
They look different today, they had done well with their appearance, and they appeared clean and younger yet mature than they had looked yesterday.
Lydia was impressed.
They both carry curly brown hair, it is now full and it falls softly, their brown eyes complement their caramel skin, they smile at the sight of her and their white teeth shine.
"Good morning my Lady" the skinnier one acknowledged Lydia with a bow.
The gates were open and Lydia nodded as the other brother bowed silently, Hound stood by the gate with both his hands behind him.