[Athilea Majiri]

The girl dropped a curtsy that was fit for the royal court and smile at him graciously before she took her seat on an opposing couch with her parents sitting to either side of her. She at with her hands folding on her lap and, though she stole one or two glances at her husband-to-be, her eye remained on her hands for the most part. At least until her mother whispered something in her ear that made her sit more confidently.

Her father bowed as well and took his seat, "Yes, far to long in my opinion. There is always far more work to be done then time though, wouldn't you agree?" He sat comfortably and smiled towards the boy, "The last time I saw you, you were little more then knee high."

The mans smile faded after a moment when he glanced at his far to shy daughter. She ducked her head a little bit before speaking, "Thank you for having us, sir." Atane glanced at Thayne again, though she did not let it linger over long.

((Heh, it's okay. Things happen. -hugs-))