. . . Fiona's Point of View. . .

*birds chirping*

Awakened by the voices coming from outside the house, i stretch my eyes wide open after having the time of my life these last couple of days. (Hmm? Is it morning already? Don't feel like getting up. Just, slee-)

At one point, i sub-conciously grab my head since it aches, possibly from the stressing trauma back then. (Ugh, i need a refresher)

Rolling to the side, i drop down from the bed 'Effectively', and stand up to see the bed besides me is devoid of any presence, as always. (Hmm? I guess Garv woke up first to continue the inspection ahead of me, not like today's any different for him to go up first. Is he doing all this for me or for little Arl?)

Unlocking the windows, rays coming from the sun makes me squints, and then i see the change in the sceneries color with goes from what was normally green, to a wide array of golden colors. (I don't mind with the latter but, i can see that sometimes his eyes have bags under them.

Well, not like i can talk for being more healthy than him)

Making both bed, my body heats up a little from the movements i'm doing.

Feels like forever has passed since then, and the inspection on the 'Old' tablet that Arl brought is still ongoing.

But, it was slowed down because again, an 'Experiment' of sort where strangers may talk and discuss with others, for what reason they may could be. (If i were to recall, it's name is Syrchat, and it has been going well for two weeks.

Wonder where we left off after we talk of the 'Syrchat' thing just yesterday). Having done with it, i walk to the exit.

Exiting the room, i feel the need to sniff myself. (Blegh, i'll go have myself a bath first, else someone might recoil and screams 'Whoop-dee-doo~' )

*door closes*

. . .

Rubbing my long, messy hair with the towel i'm bringing, i plan to grab that very refreshment i've been wanting in the dining room. (Don't want to mess up Garv's mood with my smell. The though of that alone puts me ice cold)

The door for my Husband's room is opened the whole way, and then we meet each others' gaze. "Ah, i see you've refreshed yourself, Hun'! Won't you sit down and hear me out?". Garvin with his morning clothes of white sleeveless shirt and brown pants, sipping his tea mug while having both his and Arlan's tablet on his desk.

Seeing a water inside his bottle near him, i enter the room. "Just a second"

By our debate's end on what to do with it, we ended up agreeing to have Arlan as it's owner, seeing that it's been inactive for more than a decade.

Inspecting for any possibility that it might danger us like a tracker from an opposing faction of a certain country, he takes a pause after lumping his back at his chair. " *Heavily Sighs* I'm still worried by this, even after all that days gone by. What do you think, Fiona?"

I halt from taking the bottle, contemplating for an answer. "I don't wear it behind my back, Dear, so you should too if you don't want to prolong this thing we've been doing. So, how's it going?"

"Hmm, after all that time and effort we went through, i can say it's not that different from the one we both have.

Despite being a relic that could be more than 3 decades, the design didn't change much and it is also update-able"

I take a seat besides him with the bottle popped open. "Hmm, So all that's left is to contact Raisya and Carmine for their saying on this matter?". I sit on his left, and chugs down it's insides.

"Ah, those two said that it's okay to hand this over, but they said that their Daughter also had her work done on this matter, so may i suggest we finally bring Arlan to Shaarik for once?"

Hearing him out, i almost choked myself from the drinking. (*gulp* Ri~ght, it's about 'Time'.

I'm afraid that the 'Time' Arlan goes to the city while not imbued with any magical power will attract some unnecessary attention.

But, he finally found his 1st Friend after all this time in isolation of other kids his age.

Maybe we could have Raisya go here with his kid Rexar to escort Arl to their house? That'll make him more laxed, maybe)

I breathe out with a heavy though dropped down, i put down the bottle on the table and the chair. " I guess it's finally 'Time'. Alright, i'll go inform Arl. Don't overwork yourself, Deary~". I close in on his face, begging him for my morning kiss on the cheek.

" *giggles* No Promises, Hun' *kisses* ". Having him doing the kisses, i feel refreshed even more after bath.

And so i head out of the room to greet Arlan on the tablet's ongoing status.

*door closes*

I lump myself on the door from hearing the news just now. ( ... It's finally 'Time', huh?

Well, then, time to call Elena and make breakfast)

As i walk on the empty hall, i see Elena who is already on her maid attire, peeking through the keyhole of Arlan's room. (Hmm? What's she doing first thing in the morning, already dressed rather dazzlingly? Seems suspicious. Guess i'll 'Greet' her appropriately)

As i mask my footsteps cautiously, i see her snickering with her hands covering it. (What is she laughing all on about?)

Standing behind her, my shadow mountains her out and she still isn't noticing this, and so i poke her on the nape.

" *Muffled Squeaks!* " She reacted just in time to cover her own mouth.

(Serves you right for trying to prey on our kid, Hmmph). I stand my head up high.

When i think of how righteous i am, she turns over and look at me annoyed. (Eh? Is that supposed to be something you serve to your employer?)

Pouting, she frowns as she caresses her nape. " (low-voice) Mo~o, Miss Fiona! I almost let out a voice just now, you know?

I can't let Young Master Arlan know i'm here". She continue to do what she does, even with me in front of her.

(Wha-?! Did she just?). My face twitch with how she just ignores me like it's no business to her employer.

But knowing that she helps with the house's chores fruitfully, my curiosity scratches my head and i crouch at the same level next to her. " (low-voice) What are you doing?

Why aren't you in the room with him like always?

And why're we whispering because of him?"

"He said that he can go take a bath and change clothes by himself just a night ago and most of all, he said he doesn't need me!

Does he hate me? Is he in his rebellious phase?". She whimpers like a dog being left behind at home from her master.

(Well, he might be suffocating from the constant pampering she always gives, i don't blame him.

And i can see why he starts to prohibit her from the little things first. Good Thinking, My Son!

Now, i'll just have to patch up the hole in her heart for our house harmony's sake)

"Ah, i see i see.

Maybe what he's trying to say is that he wants to be more independent and doesn't burden you much?". I made my hypothesis on her occurrence.

Her eyes shines a little, refilled with a sliver of hope. "... Really? "

I cover my mouth, hiding my devious smile. (Always the easy one, her bunch)

I stiffen my face, and clears my throat. " (low-voice) Ahem! You can ask him that yourself, can you?

By the way, can i have a look?". I give in to my curiosity as what is she seeing currently.

"Oh! Right right right". Stepping away from peaking the keyhole, i switch to her position.

I look at her, giving away a smile. "Don't mind me~"

I squints with my right eye, focusing at only one point : Arlan.

He flails his writing tools around in the air, like he's trying to put hand tools in a bag or sheathing a sword.

Even though this activity of his is normal, the fact that i seldomly see our kid do childish thing since the aura enveloped around him is cold and distant at times, makes me conscious of his irregular upbringing day by day.

He never cried, never pleads for new toy every day, read books efficiently at his age, is eager to listen Elena's teaching, and yet he still knows how to act properly when the times needs it.

And it doesn't help that we all knows why he is the way he is, White-haired and White-eyes.

All i can take from this is to record this memory, although i coil around like bungee spring from this. (So adorable~. I can't watch this any longer). I cover my mouth, not giving way for a squeak of his puppy-like demeanor.

"Cute, isn't it Miss Fiona?". Deviously, she snickered.

The both of us gives in to our temptation, and laughs like the devil's minion. "Yep, cute... I guess i'll stay a little longer". I close in on the hole once more.

Interrupted by her hands, soliciting me from going at it again. "Eh~? I want to have another peak too, Miss Fiona! Oh i know! How about we -"

*door opens*

There stands Arlan, wearing clothes with Garv's exact same colours, white and black.

And there's us on the ground, exposing our illicit act. (Uhh... How do i even explain this?)

Frowning with a disgusted look, he cringes from seeing us in such a messy view. "... *sighs* (grimly) I heard everything you two said from the start, and let me just tell you this : This is just repugnant, you two.

. . . "

. . . Meanwhile a few hours ago. . .

*Birds chirping*

Hearing the noises, i rise up and look at the bedside which Elena used to sleep. (Mmm? *yawns*... It's kind of lonely now...)

I stretch my back, hands and head, before going off the bed and make bed.

I see the opposite in which is firm, tidy and clean, and the fact we might not fit when a decade pass.(Maybe i shouldn't have been that rude with Elena yesterday night...)

I open the windows with eyes closed, keeping myself covered from the beaming light. (That's it. Time to rub off this sleepiness with a breeze, refreshing bath)

And so i head out off the room, still feeling drowsy but i persevered and forces myself to be more independent.

*door closes*

. . .

As i turn the shower's handle downside, water sprinkles from above.

*Showers*

I embraces the shivering cold, which later turn into a mint-like breeze. (Aah, that does it! Nothing like a good eye-opener from a warm shower, continued by turning it down a little cold later Feels. So. Good!)

Pumping my body wash, which'll turn my skin silky smooth if i were to get out cold, or strong and supple if i were to get out hot.

I choose inbetween, to feel both form of bodily pleasure, and i scrub my body starting from the neck. (To wash my own body after all the time Elena does for me, it's just refreshing)

I scrape off my back neatly from the sweat that turned into smothered skin dust. (Mmh~ I can get used to not being bathed by Elena, after all)

After washing my feet, i stand there, waiting for all the pouring water to finish the job for me. (Wonder what should i do today?)

*Crank*

I turn off the shower as i grab the towel on the hanger, with each able to hang up to 12 clothing. (Hmm, guess i'll go take a look at the old tablet's inspection progress before Father continues)

Finished drying my body, i change to my clothing for today. (Just for how long will they keep at it, anyway?)

*door opens*

I slide my feet to the sandals in front of the door, and throw the towel to the basket full of to-be-washed clothes.

*Poof*

As i get out of the bathroom, i head out towards the dining room planning to grab myself a bite. (Honestly, why is it always Father that wakes up first? Thought the maid or Mother already prepared breakfast from back then)

Getting inside, i see Father on the back cooking something. "Man, sure is a night just then. Syrchat, what a freak of entertainment". Mumbling something i don't know about, yawning.

"Good Morning, Father!". I close in on him to see what's cooking.

He turns his head and our eyes meets. "Ah! Good Morning, Arl. Why wake up this early, kid?". He smiled with dark circles around his eyes.

(Oof, that brings me unpleasant recording of the past from Vincent's condescending debauchery, but now i get to be the jackass.

Big old bugger, wonder how's he doing these days?)

Recoiling from the mood he's causing, i took a turn to grab a glass of water. "Because, it got a little too stiff around my body?"

I see glasses marked on their sides with each having either of three sizes : S for Small, M for Medium, and L for Large.

I grab the medium-sized cup made of light and sturdy wood, and it reaches up to my wrist when i measure it.

*Water pours*

As i let the water stream from the jug to the cup at least a quarter-full, i hear water on the other side near Father. "Right, what with the weather switching from Summer to Autumn. Try not to get sick, Arl"

Having myself served a cup half-full, i take a seat near the table and raises it below my chin. "I'll try, Father"

As i touches my lips and flows down inside, Father walks towards me and indulge himself by smelling his smoking glass mug. " *breathes out*. Another dose of caffeine, and i wouldn't have it any other way"

(Ah, so there's the reminder of me at night-shift. Coffee. Hope i won't have to get drunk of it in a decade or so)

I put down the cup as i burps out. "Fwaah. By the way, Father, is Elena... ?"

"Not awake alongside your Mother, up to you whether you get them out of there or just let be". He shakes his head, while sipping down his mug.

"A~ah, i guess served cold it is". As i drop down and go get my share of unheated breakfast.

Tastes good, but not as much when it's fresh and warm if it were to be cooked by either of them or better, both. And their absence makes it awkward for me to start up some light gossip with Father resting his head on his hand.

(What a great start for a day, and i hope it'll end shortly after)

. . .