Emberwood goodbye, sweet prince

no prob!

he spoke; claudia found his tones charming, and even madeline relaxed in a minuscule way. yet she remained protective, and did not proffer an introduction of their own. "monsieur aaron, do you mind telling us the name of this woodland?" madeline murmured softly, giving a small, tight smile to the warmed features of the man. 

presently, claudia slipped forward; her slight figure did not display her age, but that of a cub much younger. yet the tones that emanated from her now, perfectly Parisian despite her birth, and elegantly modulated -- that had been madeline's tutelage -- were mature. "it is so lovely, monsieur. i am claudia and this is madeline. we are travelers here." her eyelashes brushed her cheeks as she gave a slow blink, averting her gaze with a secret beam.