Altaria, The Myth and The Legend.

A Cozy Morning

It was morning, Eryn knew, because of all the light she could see behind her eyelids. She whined in dismay and turned over to her other side, curling up tighter in the soft blanket she was wrapped in.. Until she realized, she didn't exactly recognize the scent on the blanket, which was an odd mixture of vanilla and light cinnamon, as if it had been sprayed, well actually doused, in a girls perfume. That was enough to convince her to open her green eyes.

She remembered then, that she had slept over with Lyre. 

Lyre's room was simple, she had a desk and multiple shelves made of orange stained wood, some with paintings or carvings of butterflies across an area of it. Her bed was a simple pink comforter, which had white butterflies across it. Her bed was made neatly, indicating that Lyre had already awoken awhile ago.

Eryn got up and pulled her hair up using a random ponytail she found as she went downstairs.

When she got to the bottom of the stairs she was met with a beautiful woman. She had curly light caramel hair, and also a pair of ears and a tail. The women looked over Eryn with her golden eyes that perfectly matched Lyre's and smiled at her with a smile that was almost the physical representation of melting butter.

"Hi Sweetie! You must be Eryn, Lyre's friend!" She greeted kindly. "I'm Leren. Lyre's mother. I have to go to work, but she just made some lovely pancakes in the kitchen for you!" She told her, setting a hand on her shoulder as she stepped by her to leave. It took all of Eryn's willpower not to stand there like a scarecrow and stare at the alluring woman.

She walked into the kitchen and was indeed hit with a sledgehammer, the smell of syrupy pancakes.

"There you are, sleepyhead!" Lyre giggled as she saw Eryn come in. "Here, have a plate! There's butter and every syrup you could possibly dream of on the island counter." She motioned towards the marble counter with one hand as she handed Eryn her plate and then went to sit back down at the dining room table to finish her own.

"You're awfully perky. When did you wake up?" Eryn asked Lyre as she poured regular buttermilk syrup on her pancakes.

"Oh, I woke up at ten! I'm a naturally early riser." She smiled up at Eryn.

"I see that." Eryn smiled faintly as she joined her at the table.

Lyre looked over at Eryn's clothes. "My... You'll be in Altaria for quite a long time if we have to search for some hidden orbs to get you home. Would you hate a shopping trip later?" Lyre poked.

"Absolutely not!" Eryn laughed. "I'd love to see what type of clothes Altaria has."

"Altaria holds many different forms of clothing for everyone. Me and Solarist wear casual, comfy things. But there are more shiny and out there items if that's more your boat." She informed her.

"Right." Eryn nodded. "And speaking of Solarist.. Why couldn't we have slept over at her house? N-not that i'm ungrateful! I'm just wondering." She clarified.

"Solarist's dad..." Lyre trailed off. Her usually happy expression sunk to one that was nervous, and almost fearful. 

"..He's not a very good person. He's done things to Solarist that I deem completely irredeemable." She told her in a serious tone. "I wouldn't want to risk anyone getting hurt over his anger."

"And i'm going to be a maid for this dude?!" Eryn blurted out exasperatedly. 

Lyre sighed. "He doesn't abuse his employee's. And it's temporary only until we can get you home." She assured the girl. 

Eryn gave her a look of uncertainty and she sighed in quiet agreement.

"So, what does Solarist's dad do that gets him enough money to own a mansion and have maids?" Eryn asked Lyre with a curious tone. "Surely the dude's gotta be rich."