"Ah my dear, I knew you would not be late. In fact, you arrived before I could have the place straightened up for you." Aurelin turning, gestures to the neglected table and two more over-turned chairs.

"Really, sometimes I wonder if you ever were truly my brother." Lila scoffs. "It should take no time at all to reorganize such a small establishment." A bemused giggle escapes her lips and she raises an eyebrow at her brother.

A mischievous twinkle playing in her eye, she lifts her arms. The long sleeves of her graceful maroon gown fall in a surreal fashion around her elbows, as if allowing her arms passage without the inhibition of the laws of friction and disobeying the very nature of time. Without even a hint of movement the chairs are upright and all of the dust floating around the room and on any surface is gone. The walls and floor, now a clean slate of granite, sparkle in the light of the doorway and windows. The table and chairs of flawless ebony stand in stark contrast to the white granite, absorbing the light instead of playing with it.

"Ah, yes," Aurelin murmurs through clenched teeth. "I suppose that would have been faster."

Though Aurelin's words are acquiescent in nature, they fall hollow as Lila takes in the look of contempt on his face. Her shoulders sag slightly, matching the edges of her mouth as she acknowledges to herself that she had upset him, yet again.

"Shall we await our guest?" Lila saya softly.

Lila places a calming hand on Aurelin's forearm, guiding him back down to his chair. “Now, let us not be rash in our judgment of this. I am certain he has been planning on this repainting for a while. We do not, ourselves get out of the area much. This is a fine opportunity for such a course. We are already away, are we not? And it will allow us to take our time with this...um fae...” An uncertain edge tips her voice at the end and she gives the small creature a quizzical look.

“Perhaps you are right.” Aurelin concedes. “However he should have consulted us before taking on such a task. In our own realm. The man is getting senile Lila. I am telling you, we need to do this our way. We have no need of his guidance or protection anymore. Why do we stay?”

“Aurelin, really?” Lila says, “Must you start that again?” She stands and walks behind his chair, placing her hands tenderly on his shoulders. “You know very well why we stay. He is our creator, we owe our loyalty to him.” Leaning over she whispers in his ear, “There is still so much to learn, and what of our bodies? Only he knows how to give us substance.” Straightening back up she notes the small changes in his posture as he bristles at her words but she knows he cannot deny the truth therein. “You would do well to keep your mind on that goal, dear brother. Question the master no further. We need to get back to the matter at hand.”

“So little imp, has the master sent you with news of the council?” Aurelin puts undue emphasis on the word “master” as if it is a poison in his mouth. “We are to meet in two turns of the earth but he has yet to tell us what it is he wants. Rensith and Velhaj have been spending countless turnings in the other realm, yet we are not allowed passage. Why has he given them such favoritism and left Lila and I to simply wonder at their doings. Are we not equitable to his cause? Or has he know decided to let us in on his little secret?”

This time Lila does not make an attempt to dissuade Aurelin in his questioning. Though she herself would never assume to say such things aloud, they are thoughts that burn inside of her, creating discomfort even as she attempts to stamp out the traitorous thoughts. So, instead of calming him down, she lets him fume and simply gazes at the little pink fae.