Sunlight flows through the open windows, catching the movement of spring air from the gardens. The reception hall is arranged with tables set for formal hospitality, prepared for a guest of some standing. Nadeen is present overseeing as final adjustments are made, a careful eye on Bluebell as she settles a vase in place, but no, there is no pranking being done today, thank you very much. Not when an important guest is visiting, and not on the Baroness’s watch!
The guest is due to arrive at any moment, a sidhe lady of House Aesin, passing through on her way toward the Mountainwilds.
At the far end of the hall, Marigold finishes the last place setting, pausing just long enough to glance toward Nadeen before stepping back into position, she has this way of fading into the background until needed. Bluebell lingers a half-step longer than necessary after placing the vase, hands folded behind her back, eyes flicking briefly toward the doors and then back to the Baroness as if waiting to see if she’ll be sent off or kept close.