Courting Trouble

“Caelurion, what are you doing? We need to get down to dinner. You know mother will be mad that we’re late. We have guests.”

“Aelia, you worry too much. Mother won’t be mad at us.”

“She won’t be mad at you, you mean. You can do no wrong in her eyes. She’ll probably blame me for us being late.”

“You realize, you’re acting like a 5-year-old, not a one hundred-and five-year-old?” Caelurion scolds.

“I