Rowans Choice

Chapter Twenty Four- Eris

Andy arrived what felt two hours after Eris and I had been seated at the table for lunch. In reality it was most probably five minutes, but holy heck with Eris every minute felt like a torturous hour.

Eris isn't much like Andy personality wise, but physically you could see they were related. They were both tall, with the striking green eyes and brown hair. However, Where Andy had full lips, Eris had thin lips that pursed often with looks of irritation or annoyance. Eris was direct and to the point, and if she didn't like you it wasn't hard to tell.

"So Row Anne" she says whilst holding a champagne flute to her lips "how is my cousin settling into court"

I try and hide the fact my eyes have rolled out of my damn head and are now rolling across the carpet to Sycamores feet as he entered the room.

"Now Now Eris... it's Rowan" he reminds her. "Let's not start that again"

Eris sips her bubbles and nods "right, sorry... why do I always forget that" she muses.

"One wonders" I say under my breath.

Eris had been in our world since Andy had, we all knew her well. She even dated my brother Linden at one point with hopes of marrying... but he never committed to her in the way she hoped. Still to this day he was playing the field.

The footman pulls out a chair for Sycamore. Eris and I sit at opposite ends of the long table, little in common, but we both share a little head shake and half smile at the most common sight of the court in Olamoore...Sycamore attempting to get on a chair, by himself.

"Have you not adapted furniture for the little fellow by now" Eris commented, to Sycamores horror.

"Shut up Eris" he squeaked with exertion as he huffed and puffed and attempted once again to jump up onto the seat cushion.

I lift my drink and take a sip as we sit and watch him. Who needed one of those boxes that humans used for entertainment when you had Sycamore.

"He won't have it" I reply.

Eris purses her lips as she looks away from him and takes a fork before poking it into her soufflé that steamed upward in response. "I would force it upon him dear... he's clearly suffering in a world two sizes two large for him. Get him a little chair and table like the ones you find in a nursery"

Sycamore finally sits up on his seat, his pointy little face all red with the exertion. "Don't you dare" he says smoothing down his little suit. "I am not a child... and I manage just fine independently" he states.

He looks round to the footman behind him "push me in then" he orders angrily "I don't want to have to use a fishing rod to eat"

"Very independent is our Sycamore" I tease to Eris's amusement.

"Where is your mate Andromeda" Sycamore asked, placing the attention right back on me, purposefully, as he placed a napkin on his lap neatly.

Eris sets her eyes back on me as he kicked it home for her "have you not gained control of her". He adds meanly.

"What does the little goblin mean" Eris asked.

I spurted out my champagne at Sycamores horrified expression, his fork mid air and frozen in the moment.

"Did she just call me a goblin" he accuses looking at me for back up.