[When Tataru steps through the mirror, any cold from the glass will dissipate away as she enters a warmly lit banquet hall, fires heating the room, warding from the cold outside. It will seem as though she's just entering, behind a finely dressed couple, to watch them be greeted by a statuesque family of three. A stern man, his kind but soft looking wife, and... Sylvain, half hidden away behind his father, holding on to his cloak as he looks up at their guests from Tataru's own point of view.
"Sylvain, greet our guests."
He's pushed forward a few steps, out from hiding, so he can offer the couple a polite little bow, as is only proper for the heir of the house.
"Congratulations on finally producing an heir, Margrave."
"And what a handsome young man he is, too..."
The compliment prompts the younger Sylvain to actually laugh openly - he's more used to hearing the maids, the servants, call him cute, a kid, and to treat him as such, but here? The noblewoman isn't the first to treat him like an adult in the greeting line, and it almost seems as though he likes it, more or less - he is a handsome young man, not a cute kid. He is the heir of the house, not a useless brat like Miklan insists.
He still ducks back behind his father's legs.
And Sylvain - the older - steps up not long after as the greeting line continues along, bending to put his hand on Tataru's shoulder.]
Cute kid, wasn't I?
[Goddess, he hopes this memory is just the banquet, even if he has a sneaking suspicion it won't be.]
>> Tataru [cw: allusions to csa, child abuse]
"Sylvain, greet our guests."
He's pushed forward a few steps, out from hiding, so he can offer the couple a polite little bow, as is only proper for the heir of the house.
"Congratulations on finally producing an heir, Margrave."
"And what a handsome young man he is, too..."
The compliment prompts the younger Sylvain to actually laugh openly - he's more used to hearing the maids, the servants, call him cute, a kid, and to treat him as such, but here? The noblewoman isn't the first to treat him like an adult in the greeting line, and it almost seems as though he likes it, more or less - he is a handsome young man, not a cute kid. He is the heir of the house, not a useless brat like Miklan insists.
He still ducks back behind his father's legs.
And Sylvain - the older - steps up not long after as the greeting line continues along, bending to put his hand on Tataru's shoulder.]
Cute kid, wasn't I?
[Goddess, he hopes this memory is just the banquet, even if he has a sneaking suspicion it won't be.]