"Partir, mon frère!" Sophie called out, climbing into the walker.
Jaspert heard his sister's call but ignored it while he spoke with Rozalija. Thankfully, the aunt knew a few friends in France that might aid them in their journey, but she also warned not to get them close to Kunsel for some reason but Jaspert didn't bother asking. He walks up to the walker and climbs inside also. Kunsel appeared shortly afterwards and climbed in as well, shutting the walker's door behind them and fired up the engine. Sarae appeared as well mounted on a stallion; she went on ahead and greeted familiar faces that had just arrived at the gates.
"Ms. Newkirk!" She says, "Good to see you two back on our side. Where have you two been?"
"We had business to take care of, lots to do-"
"-but at least we got a taste of the king's wine!" Eugene added, cutting off his sister. Adela responded with a playful punch to his shoulder that almost shook him off his saddle.
"Moving on!" Adela glared at him. "Where are we headed this time?"
"France. Kunsel's aunt knows a few people there."
"Adela can speak French!" Eugene, again, added with a jittery voice, earning himself another punch to the shoulder. Ow!
Soon enough, they were on their way. Jaspert planned not to stop until they get to France. Flying above them was Argyle, as usual, and on Sophie's lap is a still recovering loris.
But enough about their adventures for now
the loris needs rest.
In a land half a country away, where the Arc de Triomphe stands, cuisines are divine, and two brothers hassle about in their humble abode.
Judicael, the eldest and likely not the straightest. He's the laid-back brother of Veniard. Though not lazy, he just seems to find the most fun in the most tedious of tasks. His brother would remark that it's because of his odd interests. He stands an inch taller than his brother. Jet black hair and green eyes. A tad skinnier than Veniard. Clothing varies, especially, but the barrette stays the same gray, with the French flag patched at the side. Besides the hat, one distinct characteristic is the single earring(or stud) at the top of his right ear.
Veniard, the youngest among the two. Despite only being a year apart, Ven has always been treated like 'the baby'. Smothered with unneeded attention from his mother and father. But he is hard working. Months back, he had earned his Master's Degree on Diplomacy and is now thinking of going for a bachelor's on Fine Arts. Right now he's got other things to mind; news from his mother's friend in Spain sent a nervous cackle running down his spine. He stands an inch shorter than Judicael, brown hair, green eyes, and a pronounced patch of hair on his chin, running from the bottom of his lip.
"oh mon Dieu
" Veniard muttered with an airy voice. "A-are you sure we got the message right?"
"Yes dear," His mother replied, sitting by the dining table and looking at the letter the messenger hawk gave them. "The message is quite clear. No doubt about it."
"oh mon Dieu!" He repeats.
"You need to relax, Ven. Aunt Rozy did mention they're with Kunsel." Judicael gave a sly look, lightly biting his lip inside. "If the prince and princess are with that Slovene~ then I'm sure we can manage." He was leaning by the arc outside an open sliding door to the kitchen that face their backyards, watching their dog Lise - play in the snow.
"Close the door, Jud. Don't let the cold in." Ven said. Glaring with daggers but saying so with a playful voice, a normal interaction between the brothers, according to their parents. While Veniard's glaring at his brother, their mother flipped the letting and checked the back, and lo! A follow up message for Rozalija.
"-it says here that a Turkish dame is coming with them also." She says. That caught Jud's attention, definitely. Veniard snickered at this, turning back to their mother who kept on reading the letter. "Not much has been said except that. Sorry boys." Just then, Lise began barking excessively, clawing at the now closed sliding door.
"Judicael!" Shouted his brother. Judicael rushed to the door and opened it for their mutt who pranced happily inside. He scowled at the dog, closing the door with annoyance.
Meanwhile, inside the walker.
"Something tells me France is going to get weird." Sophie said.
"I think I can relate, sis."
Kunsel only gulped down his nervousness.
While outside the walker, the three were chatting along, following right behind the walker. Sarae gave every bit of detail she could about their night at the Kovalski manor, but not much about the bull horns and skin bestowed upon her that fateful night. Though Adela seems to know what it means, Eugene remained clueless. Figures,