[Athilea Majiri]

((Just a note, her name is Esatag. Dunno if that was intentional or not.))

They arrived only a little early and the girl was helped from the elaborately gilded carriage by the driver. With her came a hand maiden and her parents. Her black hair was pulled back into a tasteful bun that was decorated with small, shimmering pearls. The gown she wore was a very pale blue that matched her eyes and trimmed in a white that would match the pearls.

She spoke quietly with her maiden while she waited for her parents to tell her that they should enter. They had allowed enough time for the carriage to be taken away before the family entered the house, the door pulled open wide by servants of the Caeryll manor. Atane was nervous, to say the least.

She had been shown a small portrait of the boy she was suppose to marry just a few weeks before, though she doubted that it really showed him as he was. Artists had a way of taking a lot of liberties with those sorts of paintings. Her mind was wandering though, and she needed to focus on this meeting. It was important.

Her parents entered first, obscuring her from the sight of anyone that might be waiting inside. They wanted to make the entrance theatric, which really just seemed tedious to her. She did as they wanted though. When they parted before her in the room that had been designated for the meeting her soon to be in-laws were sitting there, and seemingly annoyed. That did not bode well.