Chapter 373
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The servants entered from two doors, one bringing pitchers intricately carved with snowflakes and fruits. Each had a different fruit ok the side as they were set on the table. Two other servants set plates on the table, both filled with fruits. The brilliant colored peaches and plums had a soft frosty surface and glittered in the natural light of the ceiling. The second set of four servants brought out a platter of meat, and another of oats soaked in broth. There were also two plates of small containers with lids on them. Once all the items were set down, the servants turned and walked away.
Clovis watched a bit surprised as the meal began. The servants didn't fix the family's plates. Instead they began passing foods around and asking for things. It was rather melodious and sweet that he got lost watching, not putting anything on his own plate yet. Bryson raised a brow looking in his direction.
"Are you feeling alright?" Bryson asked pausing from his own meal. It shocked Clovis further that it wasn't a jeer or condescending tease, there was genuine concern.
"Uncle, Clovis has never really had a family breakfast like this." Kyera pointed out coming to his rescue. Clovis nodded offering a bit of an agreement. Kyera turned and offered him the meat platter in her hands. He smiled and took it from her kissing her cheek before placing a couple strips of meat on his plate and sitting it back on the table with the other plates.
"Bryson, could I perhaps get the fruit platter?" he asked waiting to reach for it. Bryson gave him a playfully worried glance.
"I don't know, are you gonna kiss me too, Lad?" Bryson teased and the table chuckled lightly. It was a kind harmonious sound, breaking the tension.
"No, these lips are reserved for my Lady wife." Clovis replied and there was a sense of respect as he smiled. Kyera smirked playfully, but kept her silence.
Bryson passed him the fruit platter in his hand. Clovis took it from him and nodded. "Thank you." he took a few pieces of fruit and continues the process of breakfast. Myla and Ramsey seemed to be in their own little world feeding each other fruits. There was a sense of intimacy between them that Clovis envied. He had his own little Vibe with Kyera, it may take time for her to get that intimate publicly.
He was shocked out of his thoughts as his teeth broke the skin of a berry on his tongue. The sweetly tart flavor washing over his senses making him smile softly. Looking over he notices Kyera watching him intently, empty chopsticks in her hand. It dawned on him he didn't put the berry in his mouth. The surprise must have shown on his face because mixtures of surprise and hidden chuckling mingled across the table.
"Thank you, Love." his tone gentle as he broke from the trance. Kyera smiled finishing the last bit of food on her plate.
"So, what do you plan for today?" Matriarch Christalsa asked curiously. She was taking her time to enjoy her breakfast of fruits and oatmeal.
"We plan to take Kyera and her Glove out on the wind to explore the snow." Myla offered shooting a look at Kyera whose pale cheeks turned crimson. Clovis looked at her curiously.
"I see. Well be careful, after all it's been windy lately. Make sure Clovis is given a chance to learn before you ramp it up too much." Crystalsa reminded them gently. Kyera smiled and nodded.
"I was planning on the Storm twins." Kyera offered and the Matriarch looked surprised.
"Are you sure? The Storm Twins are not best for beginners." she reminded her but Kyera chuckled, taking Clovis's hand.
"I trust the Storm Twins and to be honest Clovis has a lot more to him then what you see." Kyera pointed out, having faith in him. Clovis smiled, feeling warmth infiltrate his soul through her. He nodded.
"Alright, make sure all of you wear the safety harnesses. No sleeping in the saddle." Were the last warnings the Matriarch expected before she stood from her meal. Bryson grinned.
"Be safe, we would love to see you at the training grounds Little Kyzie" he teased before standing and walking his plate to the kitchens.
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The servants entered from two doors, one bringing pitchers intricately carved with snowflakes and fruits. Each had a different fruit ok the side as they were set on the table. Two other servants set plates on the table, both filled with fruits. The brilliant colored peaches and plums had a soft frosty surface and glittered in the natural light of the ceiling. The second set of four servants brought out a platter of meat, and another of oats soaked in broth. There were also two plates of small containers with lids on them. Once all the items were set down, the servants turned and walked away.
Clovis watched a bit surprised as the meal began. The servants didn't fix the family's plates. Instead they began passing foods around and asking for things. It was rather melodious and sweet that he got lost watching, not putting anything on his own plate yet. Bryson raised a brow looking in his direction.
"Are you feeling alright?" Bryson asked pausing from his own meal. It shocked Clovis further that it wasn't a jeer or condescending tease, there was genuine concern.
"Uncle, Clovis has never really had a family breakfast like this." Kyera pointed out coming to his rescue. Clovis nodded offering a bit of an agreement. Kyera turned and offered him the meat platter in her hands. He smiled and took it from her kissing her cheek before placing a couple strips of meat on his plate and sitting it back on the table with the other plates.
"Bryson, could I perhaps get the fruit platter?" he asked waiting to reach for it. Bryson gave him a playfully worried glance.
"I don't know, are you gonna kiss me too, Lad?" Bryson teased and the table chuckled lightly. It was a kind harmonious sound, breaking the tension.
"No, these lips are reserved for my Lady wife." Clovis replied and there was a sense of respect as he smiled. Kyera smirked playfully, but kept her silence.
Bryson passed him the fruit platter in his hand. Clovis took it from him and nodded. "Thank you." he took a few pieces of fruit and continues the process of breakfast. Myla and Ramsey seemed to be in their own little world feeding each other fruits. There was a sense of intimacy between them that Clovis envied. He had his own little Vibe with Kyera, it may take time for her to get that intimate publicly.
He was shocked out of his thoughts as his teeth broke the skin of a berry on his tongue. The sweetly tart flavor washing over his senses making him smile softly. Looking over he notices Kyera watching him intently, empty chopsticks in her hand. It dawned on him he didn't put the berry in his mouth. The surprise must have shown on his face because mixtures of surprise and hidden chuckling mingled across the table.
"Thank you, Love." his tone gentle as he broke from the trance. Kyera smiled finishing the last bit of food on her plate.
"So, what do you plan for today?" Matriarch Christalsa asked curiously. She was taking her time to enjoy her breakfast of fruits and oatmeal.
"We plan to take Kyera and her Glove out on the wind to explore the snow." Myla offered shooting a look at Kyera whose pale cheeks turned crimson. Clovis looked at her curiously.
"I see. Well be careful, after all it's been windy lately. Make sure Clovis is given a chance to learn before you ramp it up too much." Crystalsa reminded them gently. Kyera smiled and nodded.
"I was planning on the Storm twins." Kyera offered and the Matriarch looked surprised.
"Are you sure? The Storm Twins are not best for beginners." she reminded her but Kyera chuckled, taking Clovis's hand.
"I trust the Storm Twins and to be honest Clovis has a lot more to him then what you see." Kyera pointed out, having faith in him. Clovis smiled, feeling warmth infiltrate his soul through her. He nodded.
"Alright, make sure all of you wear the safety harnesses. No sleeping in the saddle." Were the last warnings the Matriarch expected before she stood from her meal. Bryson grinned.
"Be safe, we would love to see you at the training grounds Little Kyzie" he teased before standing and walking his plate to the kitchens.
The servants entered from two doors, one bringing pitchers intricately carved with snowflakes and fruits. Each had a different fruit ok the side as they were set on the table. Two other servants set plates on the table, both filled with fruits. The brilliant colored peaches and plums had a soft frosty surface and glittered in the natural light of the ceiling. The second set of four servants brought out a platter of meat, and another of oats soaked in broth. There were also two plates of small containers with lids on them. Once all the items were set down, the servants turned and walked away. Clovis watched a bit surprised as the meal began. The servants didn't fix the family's plates. Instead they began passing foods around and asking for things. It was rather melodious and sweet that he got lost watching, not putting anything on his own plate yet. Bryson raised a brow looking in his direction. "Are you feeling alright?" Bryson asked pausing from his own meal. It shocked Clovis further that it wasn't a jeer or condescending tease, there was genuine concern. "Uncle, Clovis has never really had a family breakfast like this." Kyera pointed out coming to his rescue. Clovis nodded offering a bit of an agreement. Kyera turned and offered him the meat platter in her hands. He smiled and took it from her kissing her cheek before placing a couple strips of meat on his plate and sitting it back on the table with the other plates. "Bryson, could I perhaps get the fruit platter?" he asked waiting to reach for it. Bryson gave him a playfully worried glance. "I don't know, are you gonna kiss me too, Lad?" Bryson teased and the table chuckled lightly. It was a kind harmonious sound, breaking the tension. "No, these lips are reserved for my Lady wife." Clovis replied and there was a sense of respect as he smiled. Kyera smirked playfully, but kept her silence. Bryson passed him the fruit platter in his hand. Clovis took it from him and nodded. "Thank you." he took a few pieces of fruit and continues the process of breakfast. Myla and Ramsey seemed to be in their own little world feeding each other fruits. There was a sense of intimacy between them that Clovis envied. He had his own little Vibe with Kyera, it may take time for her to get that intimate publicly. He was shocked out of his thoughts as his teeth broke the skin of a berry on his tongue. The sweetly tart flavor washing over his senses making him smile softly. Looking over he notices Kyera watching him intently, empty chopsticks in her hand. It dawned on him he didn't put the berry in his mouth. The surprise must have shown on his face because mixtures of surprise and hidden chuckling mingled across the table. "Thank you, Love." his tone gentle as he broke from the trance. Kyera smiled finishing the last bit of food on her plate. "So, what do you plan for today?" Matriarch Christalsa asked curiously. She was taking her time to enjoy her breakfast of fruits and oatmeal. "We plan to take Kyera and her Glove out on the wind to explore the snow." Myla offered shooting a look at Kyera whose pale cheeks turned crimson. Clovis looked at her curiously. "I see. Well be careful, after all it's been windy lately. Make sure Clovis is given a chance to learn before you ramp it up too much." Crystalsa reminded them gently. Kyera smiled and nodded. "I was planning on the Storm twins." Kyera offered and the Matriarch looked surprised. "Are you sure? The Storm Twins are not best for beginners." she reminded her but Kyera chuckled, taking Clovis's hand. "I trust the Storm Twins and to be honest Clovis has a lot more to him then what you see." Kyera pointed out, having faith in him. Clovis smiled, feeling warmth infiltrate his soul through her. He nodded. "Alright, make sure all of you wear the safety harnesses. No sleeping in the saddle." Were the last warnings the Matriarch expected before she stood from her meal. Bryson grinned. "Be safe, we would love to see you at the training grounds Little Kyzie" he teased before standing and walking his plate to the kitchens.
