Mr. Wilford chuckled, clapping in between. Wrinkles and fine lines due to his age crop up as his lips stretched in a light laugh. It made her smile as well. "You are just showing to me Princess Seira the destiny you have. That was a good plan"
Mrs. Maelony held her hand that was on the table. Her eyes followed the way the frail and thin hands of her great grandmother squeeze her right one.
"The confidence in your words was enough for me to know you know what you are doing" Mrs. Maelony just shrugged, leaning back on the chair "Then what our old selves be of help to you?"
"I do not know, '' Seira jokes, knowing that Mrs. Maelony hates when she sounds skeptical when it comes to the ability and connection of the old woman. She can remember back then if she could not read a certain word and she felt shy about asking Mrs. Maelony, the old woman would always say 'Do you think I cannot read that one, young woman?' with her strict tone.