Everlasting Impressions (Tag: Kaniya, Enya, Devlin)

Ryenne entered the room, the first to arrive as always. She was always sure to arrive at least an hour before everyone else for prep time. Even with the maids and other hands to help, she always wanted to do things herself for the ultimate perfection to her eye.

As she was fixing up the room, she realized that already 30 minutes had passed.

Soon Devlin had entered, with Enya close behind. Their hands and fingers were intertwined out of habit; something they tended to do when they were nervous, or around a lot of people. Devlin was a little worried about Enya, but if she never went to these things, she would never learn to control her emotions. And it wasn't like she had forced her way in; she had been invited just as he had.

"Greetings mother." Devlin said cheerfully, speaking for both himself and his sister; she was preoccupied with walking in her dress shoes without falling flat on her face.

(So considering the title, is it our intention to let Enya screw this up? XD)

(Nope! You do whatever you want, I just tried to think of something that fit XD)

Ryenne looked up and looked over the twins. She was no longer in mother mode but in full out business mode. She would take in no consideration to feelings, but instead the business and professional aspect of everything.

She looked over their clothes, all ironed and in good shape. One less thing to worry about. She took quick notice to Enya's difficulty with the shoes in looking relaxed, and then their hands.

Running over to the two, Ryenne seperated their hands. "None of that. Not here. Enya, shoulders down. Good posture, face forward. Don't look down at your shoes."

Devlin smirked as he folded his hands behind his back neatly, while Enya groaned and straightened up as she was told, "Better?" She muttered while consciously fidgeting with her fingers. She lifted her head slightly as she held her gaze.

"Don't fidget with your fingers. It makes you look nervous, and like a target."

Ryenne turned around in such the panic that she was, quickly straightening flower arrangments, plates, and even the chairs into as much perfection as she thought was possible. There was no room for error.

Enya sighed and folded her hands in front of her. She was quite familiar with her mother's business-like attitude. She didn't understand how Devlin could endure it so smoothly. She felt more like a puppet or doll rather than a human being. She glancced to her brother, who simply offered a reassuring smile. Devlin simply couldn't understand why Enya was still here. She wouldn't have to stress so much if she would just stay upstairs with Genevieve. But sadly he knew just how stubborn his sister was, so there was no point in arguing.

Kaniya rushes in just to quickly exit the room. Her steps were soft and light so they were barely heard by those around her as she re-entered the room once again holding a few things though her skin was quite pale showing that her health wasn't very good at the moment.

Devlin caught some movement by the door, and he looked up to see the poor, unwell, advisor. While he had an sympathetic gaze, Enya glanced over, her face twisted with disgust. She had seen the advisor once before, and found the woman to be very weak and fragile, too weak to serve her mother properly. Devlin cleared his throat, causing Enya to quickly drop her gaze and clear her expression as he said, "Good day, Miss Fallon!"

"Hello, Ms. Fallon. Why don't you take a seat? We will be starting shortly."

Ryenne was quick to notice the girl's poor health, but rather then directly addressing it she tried to be more subtle.

(sorry, i had THOUGHT that my reply before posted...but I guess not so you now have this crappy one <3)

Kaniya gives a quick nod and takes a seat while looking through some documents that she had to rush out earlier for since she had forgotten.

(Sorry about the late reply. I've been busy for the past few days.)

Enya watched Kaniya skeptically, thoughts boiling in her mind as she glanced from her mother to Kaniya, but it was shortlived.

"En." Devlin nudged his sister quietly before approaching the queen, "Mother, where will we be sitting?"

Enya frowned as she watched her brother, polite as usual, and quick to turn a blind eye on those Enya was uncertain about.