Snippet #1214316

Mirabella groaned quietly at Kirehsan's words - and then froze. She hadn't meant to make the tired, rude sound allowed. Her father gave her a look of disapproval.
"Mirabella, you've had a long night. I thank you for so graciously welcoming our guest, but perhaps it would be best if you let Blake and I handle the rest of the evening," His tone was cold and Mirabella ducked her head in visible shame. Her father was severly disappointed in her unladylike and rude behavior and she was sorry. Her father's disapproval was worse than any physical pain - it burned in the back of her mind for days, filling her with guilt and disquiet. This particular instance was twice as bad because her father thought Blake mature enough to stay - and her too childish. Avoiding the eyes of her brother, Kirehsan, and her father she murmured a quiet farwell and quickly started off for the castle - passing a running Xavier on the way.
"Hey! Xavier! Where are you going?" She laughed as he caught her in a strong hug. Sometimes, due to his youthful demeanor, she forgot that Xavier was nearly as old as Blake and just as strong and tall. If he wanted he could grab her around the middle and swing her around, like he'd just done. It was a rare occassion when he did so - only when he was nervous or concerned for her. "I'm fine, buddy. But I'm really tired. Think you could escort me to bed? Dad and Blake have it all under control," she flinched slightly, "and so I'm heading back to bed. But I might fall over on the way there..."