Both Durants get another good-natured smile from Anna before her attention floats down to the mysterious desserts. She looks at the box and with a laugh says, "That was kind of you! I'm sure it'll be enough for everyone, but if it's not we just won't give Lawrence any."
And that's about the time her parents, having sat the rest of the family down, arrive to be the first to meet these new guests.
Mrs. Weatherhill is a short woman compared to the rest of her family, suntanned from her years in Westfall and pear-shaped in her age. Her face doesn't much resemble Harrowheart's, round as it is, though she has his thin eyes. If her short-cropped hair was ever blond like his it's long since faded into silvers and whites. A bit of color flushes in her cheeks as she looks between the Durant siblings, smiling like their very presence is a gift.
Anna carefully takes the dessert boxes from Viatorus, freeing up his arms just in time for her mother to take him delicately by both hands. "You must be Viatorus," she says with a gentle smile. Her accent isn't strong at all, much more like Anna's. Harrowheart must be an outlier in that regard. "My son never told us you were such a handsome young man!" She looks at him a while longer, the light in her eyes bright and proud as if he were her own son. She pats the top of his hand and giggles before moving on to Isidor.
Her hands go on Isidor's shoulders as she looks her up and down, measuring her without judgment and smiling softly all the while. Eventually she takes Isidor's hands in the same way she had taken Viatorus'. "And this is Isidor... My, you both have such lovely faces!" She gives Isidor's hands a little squeeze before she lets them go and finishes it all by introducing herself in a hurried way, as if she was in the habit of forgetting that. "My name is Odilia, and my husband," she glances back to nod at him, "Is Hardtman. You can call us by our first names, but my son tells me you're both very formal. We won't mind being Mrs. and Mr. Weatherhill, if that makes you happy."
Her husband in the background nods along just once. When his wife steps aside he comes to greet the Durants, starting with Isidor. He's a tall man, much like his son, and despite his age is still quite physically fit – no doubt due to all the work he does. His blond hair is dusted with grey and looks light against his well-tanned skin. His face is long like his son's, but the cut of his short-trimmed beard makes his jaw look more square and masculine. He doesn't smile as openly as his wife, but there is a little twist at the corners of his lips and a light in his eyes that says it all.
Mr. Weatherhill offers Isidor a firm shake, mindful not to be too firm and come off rudely. He nods at her and, with the faintest smile and an incredibly quiet voice, says, "My son tells me you're a very hard-working woman, even if what you do is very different from what we do. He seems to think very highly of you." He moves on to Viatorus then and shares with him that same strong but measured shake. "And I've heard you're a kind young man and a talented mage, but more importantly you're a good friend. It's a pleasure to finally put faces to your names." He pauses then, thinks something over, and with a little grin adds, "I'm also told neither of you like to be hugged, so stop me if I forget my manners."
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Date: 2017-04-04 01:31 pm (UTC)And that's about the time her parents, having sat the rest of the family down, arrive to be the first to meet these new guests.
Mrs. Weatherhill is a short woman compared to the rest of her family, suntanned from her years in Westfall and pear-shaped in her age. Her face doesn't much resemble Harrowheart's, round as it is, though she has his thin eyes. If her short-cropped hair was ever blond like his it's long since faded into silvers and whites. A bit of color flushes in her cheeks as she looks between the Durant siblings, smiling like their very presence is a gift.
Anna carefully takes the dessert boxes from Viatorus, freeing up his arms just in time for her mother to take him delicately by both hands. "You must be Viatorus," she says with a gentle smile. Her accent isn't strong at all, much more like Anna's. Harrowheart must be an outlier in that regard. "My son never told us you were such a handsome young man!" She looks at him a while longer, the light in her eyes bright and proud as if he were her own son. She pats the top of his hand and giggles before moving on to Isidor.
Her hands go on Isidor's shoulders as she looks her up and down, measuring her without judgment and smiling softly all the while. Eventually she takes Isidor's hands in the same way she had taken Viatorus'. "And this is Isidor... My, you both have such lovely faces!" She gives Isidor's hands a little squeeze before she lets them go and finishes it all by introducing herself in a hurried way, as if she was in the habit of forgetting that. "My name is Odilia, and my husband," she glances back to nod at him, "Is Hardtman. You can call us by our first names, but my son tells me you're both very formal. We won't mind being Mrs. and Mr. Weatherhill, if that makes you happy."
Her husband in the background nods along just once. When his wife steps aside he comes to greet the Durants, starting with Isidor. He's a tall man, much like his son, and despite his age is still quite physically fit – no doubt due to all the work he does. His blond hair is dusted with grey and looks light against his well-tanned skin. His face is long like his son's, but the cut of his short-trimmed beard makes his jaw look more square and masculine. He doesn't smile as openly as his wife, but there is a little twist at the corners of his lips and a light in his eyes that says it all.
Mr. Weatherhill offers Isidor a firm shake, mindful not to be too firm and come off rudely. He nods at her and, with the faintest smile and an incredibly quiet voice, says, "My son tells me you're a very hard-working woman, even if what you do is very different from what we do. He seems to think very highly of you." He moves on to Viatorus then and shares with him that same strong but measured shake. "And I've heard you're a kind young man and a talented mage, but more importantly you're a good friend. It's a pleasure to finally put faces to your names." He pauses then, thinks something over, and with a little grin adds, "I'm also told neither of you like to be hugged, so stop me if I forget my manners."