Sun Mote Copse Battle nobility's ill-advised whim.

"Cousin." She greeted with such warmth, and a smile of non-hostility, Célnes approached her 'cousin.' Technically not by blood, but married through by Calhoun's and Corliss's line, for he was their cousin, and not of her own. Nontheless, she greeted him as so, despite the wariness he may bring to her presence.

"You have survived as well." If Whitney had so, it wasn't a doubt that the others touched with the curse, surely have. Though despite such a small touch of the terror of white, he was scorned for those colors. The parents too, most likely feared on what they had done to gain a son with the touch. 

"Are your siblings with you?" Célnes asked curiously enough.