04-28-2013, 02:39 PM
Sarah is a woman full of genuine smiles and embraces. She greets everyone that arrives and approaches her with both and makes no apologies for either. Aiden is off with his eldest son, filling his older (but still strong and quite capable) arms with wood to carry back to the fire. He keeps an eye on Rory, that sly fox, and only half grumbles when his wife of thirty years has cheeks that redden modestly as Rory White turns on the charm. The woman who cares very little for the random stray hair of her (still) auburn hair or the fact that she wears no make-up touches a hand to her head to tame that stray lock and considers briefly that maybe (just maybe) she should have put on a little rouge. Perhaps that is the man that Calden admired once. Or maybe that's the one that he can't stand.
Catherine smiles that same stoic smile at Emmett, not committing to conversation with the older man but not shunning it either. One shoulder lifts in a shrug as she drags herself from the chair, feet beneath her, and sees to his drink. Éva introduces them - Emmett to Cate (Catherine?) and Cate to Emmett. She gives Éva a smile that might be considered slightly more thoughtful before casting her attention to the bearded kinfolk. "Hello Ms. Illésházy, Emmett."
"I gave you the good stuff. The other is..." And she shrugs once more, her tone of voice falling to something more private. "made for them..." And she flicks a finger toward one of the known Garou with a lift and fall of her dark brows. Cate drifts back to reclaim her plastic throne and draws her legs up once more, arms wrapping around them and her eyes refocusing on the gaiety at hand.
Calden is assisted with his haunch of spiced elk. He's got plenty of room to cook and a roasting rack that Sarah herself has set him up with. She pats one of the kin's broad shoulders and smiles, shakes her head at some private thought and hurries off to see to another guest considering food.
"Oh, don't you listen to Calden dear." Says Sarah to Sam, a hand patting her arm considerately. "'tis no different than what you get in the grocer with your hot dogs. At least with our Haggis...you know what you're getting." The older woman winks at the younger and pats her arm lightly once more before wandering off to do something somewhere else.
A kinfolk is talking to Éva. Talking her ear off about one legal matter or another. It's Sarah who interrupts and shoo's the talkative male off. "I'm real happy you came Éva, you know that your girl has a safe place in our home whenever she's tired." Nodding, she moves away again this time with a hand holding the small of her back.
Catherine smiles that same stoic smile at Emmett, not committing to conversation with the older man but not shunning it either. One shoulder lifts in a shrug as she drags herself from the chair, feet beneath her, and sees to his drink. Éva introduces them - Emmett to Cate (Catherine?) and Cate to Emmett. She gives Éva a smile that might be considered slightly more thoughtful before casting her attention to the bearded kinfolk. "Hello Ms. Illésházy, Emmett."
"I gave you the good stuff. The other is..." And she shrugs once more, her tone of voice falling to something more private. "made for them..." And she flicks a finger toward one of the known Garou with a lift and fall of her dark brows. Cate drifts back to reclaim her plastic throne and draws her legs up once more, arms wrapping around them and her eyes refocusing on the gaiety at hand.
Calden is assisted with his haunch of spiced elk. He's got plenty of room to cook and a roasting rack that Sarah herself has set him up with. She pats one of the kin's broad shoulders and smiles, shakes her head at some private thought and hurries off to see to another guest considering food.
"Oh, don't you listen to Calden dear." Says Sarah to Sam, a hand patting her arm considerately. "'tis no different than what you get in the grocer with your hot dogs. At least with our Haggis...you know what you're getting." The older woman winks at the younger and pats her arm lightly once more before wandering off to do something somewhere else.
A kinfolk is talking to Éva. Talking her ear off about one legal matter or another. It's Sarah who interrupts and shoo's the talkative male off. "I'm real happy you came Éva, you know that your girl has a safe place in our home whenever she's tired." Nodding, she moves away again this time with a hand holding the small of her back.