*Feyre PoV*
Feyre hunched over, back aching. She had nearly finished her art classes for the day, and really wanted to sit at her own easel and wait for the class to end. But the student before her, Veria, needed help and she was not about to say no.
"There!" She said, pleased. "That painting is absolutely perfect."
Veria smiled back at her, basking in praise as the town clock began to chime 16:00. With the help of Ressina, she began to usher the children out and quickly cleared up the studio.
She felt a flicker of love down her mating bond, before a frantic message
Leiy and Haile are wreaking havoc here. Help?
Sighing, she said goodbye to Ressina and winnowed out to the river house. As soon as she arrived in her quarters, the series of bedrooms belonging to herself, her mate and their children, the issue became obvious. Leiy and Haile were having a huge fight, their untrained magic filling the room and battering the edges of Rhys' shield. He was in the middle of it, trying to pull them apart and failing.
With a sigh, she slid through the shield and helped Rhys pull them apart.
"What happened this time?" She asked, preparing herself for the twin mental images her children would send her.
Haile, their son (who was 10 years old), showed Leiy in his room arranging his books in alphabetical order. He was angry because he didn't want them like that, so he had gone into her room and began to order her books by publication date (the way he liked it). When she came in and asked what was going on, he simply replied that if she could mess up his books, why couldn't he? They started arguing, and then fighting.
Leiy, their daughter (who was 6 years old), told pretty much the same story (for once)
"So Leiy thought she was helping by tidying your room, you thought it was already tidy, and when you couldn't resolve it like the clever people I know you are, you started fighting." She sighed, then sent a message to Rhys. We do need to punish them, because they can't be doing this again. How about we say that neither of them are allowed to touch their books until this time tomorrow? The reply came back as Good idea.
That evening, Leiy and Haile had made up thanks to their shared plight, and dinner that night took place in blessed peace. The dining room at the river house was packed - Amren and Varian were constantly leaping in with corrections, Azriel and his mate Alyrah were silent as ever, Cassian and Nesta were constantly making sarcastic comments as their son Arion (8 years old) looked on, Mor and her lover Elvira making everyone laugh as Elain and Lucien played with their 3 year old daughter Lexia.
Suddenly, Nuala and Cerridwen burst in, becoming corporeal as they announced,
"We have a problem."