Inside a tree. The forest.
"Go check, Prium."
Vulcan ordered as the knock came on the door again. That was the second time the knock would come. Prium shot her father a glare, and looked at Ayla who was reading through a scroll. She didn't let her irritation hang in the air forever. She argued,
"We have an errand girl, let her get the door."
Vulcan was raged at that and shot,
"Let this be the last time you'd call her that, Prium. She has every thing we don't and yet she's humble."
The knock came the third time. Prium scoffed and watched Ayla stand up to go get the door without uttering a word.
Prium scorned,
"I don't think she's got any choice."
Then at once, it seemed as though something just occurred to Vulcan,
"Come to think of it who could be at the door?"
Prium seemed to come to reason too. Her face said so.