“Our lady.”

Violet and Caitlyn bow low at your feet, kissing your ankles in traditional greeting. You blush at their formality, but saying nothing to oppose it. Knowing they wouldn’t break tradition just because you’re feeling a tad bit flustered.

They stay for about two heartbeats before slowly rising back up, metal shifting against padded leather.

“We came as soon as your father called.” Caitlyn explains, slowly raising to meet your gaze at eye level. Her oceanic gaze demanding attention without spoken words. It makes you freeze and stutter, wide-eyed as they speak to you.

“He said you needed an escort to the nearby farmers market, yes? Me and Violet here will take you.”