Slowly everyone woke up and seated themselves around the Rogue's table at the head of the room. At the head of the table presided Jon and Alanna. Everyone was clamoring to make themselves heard. Aly and Nawat were looking at each other in amazement. Nawat was eying his new red black hair with distaste. Aly was looking at her mother.
Alanna appeared just over 20. Aly had never seen her mother as the vibrant young woman she saw now (cropped hair and flat chest exempted). Alanna kept glancing in her direction, a muffled kind of guilt in her eyes.
Aly had never seen all these adults she had grown up knowing as the vivacious 20-year-old they were now and Numair! He was all arms and legs and resembled a stork with none of the grace of the water bird.
Thayet and Jonathon were another thing all together. She had seen portraits of them as a couple but mere paint couldn't capture the love in their eyes when they looked at each other of the carefully contained humor in their eyes.
"Stop!" Jonathon says, projecting his voice through the empty inn. Everyone fell silent.