"Pride, Prose, and Princes" by dancingpetal It wasn't at all as intimidating as I'd imagined. Except for the designer clothing and the occasional glitter of a 500 carat diamond watch or necklace, it looked like any old upper-class garden party. Another uniformed attendant, a Yurble this time, noticed me. "Name, Miss?"
Family Secrets: Part Two I found it odd that Swin didn't get up to greet his father. If I were in that position, I'd be hugging him as tightly as I could...