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[romantictragedy]

It had been a dreadfully rainy spring that year. Travel was not beyond her, certainly not, and there was nothing Cyndia liked more than to step outside her own world and see new and beautiful things. But it was rare, mostly because her father was the over protective sort. She managed, from time to time, when things lined up just right. At least when it felt like they would. Sometimes this was just not the case. Her father had been out of town on business anyway, and so taken the private plane with him.

It was a simple fix, a quiet seat up in first class on a trusted airline with a friend-of-her-father's-pilot was no problem. There was nothing to fear, there. The problems started when the plane itself delayed in flight, having to deal with the oncoming torrents of cloud and rain. And then things from there got worse when all her identification and luggage seemed to have gone out with the wind that carried them there. It left her in quite a position.

Not to worry.... surely someone would come by and help. The rushing of the crowds was quite dizzying, though, and no one seemed interested in helping the almost out of place young woman, dressed in a long, flowing garment. Was she that odd outside her own castle? Maybe her father had been right. She should have waited for his return. There had to be someone she could call. She'd only stepped outside for a moment to get some fresh air, but with a number in mind she was ready to make her way back inside.

That was, at least, until someone finally decided to step up and help. With a hard hand on her shoulder, no less. "You need some help there, beautiful?" It was obvious the malicious intent. Everyone else continued to rush by, refusing to make eye-contact, even in her distress.
"Oh, no- I..-"

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[romantictragedy]

Once her tea was set in front of her she wasted no time pouring a small amount of cream into it and setting sugar into the bottom. After stirring she let it steep. It would give her enough time to say the rest of what she wanted to say.

Her face grew slightly pinker.

"She was quite adamant about the topic of-" Well. Hm. "Grandchildren."

[mister_foppish]

He was in the middle of a swallow when he suddenly choked, nearly spitting out the liquid but forcing himself not to. Instead he went a little pink himself, setting the wine glass down on the table.

"G-grandchildren? And...what else did she say?"

[romantictragedy]

She shifted in her seat at the reaction. There wasn't much else she was expecting. She herself had had a similar reaction when her mother had sprung it on her- the first time. Then there was the second, third, and fourth. Reaching forward she brought her cup up and took a sip.

"Hm..." A breath out, still holding her cup delicately. Her eyes moved to the side again. Her face felt incredibly warm. "Mother thinks that we would make lovely parents." It had never really been a question in her mind, sure. Nothing surprising. "And she'd love to be a grandmother. 'As soon as possible', in her own words."

[mister_foppish]

"O-oh Cyndia! My, that's—that's well, what do you think of it?"

Pegasus loved children. Honestly, he hadn't ever thought he wouldn't have children. But this was so sudden! Her mother could be rather insistent at times, he knew, but this was a decision best left up to the two of them. His cheeks are positively aglow now.

"H-ha yes she would say something like that, wouldn't she?"

[romantictragedy]

She smiled from behind her little teacup, fingers still curled around it, enjoying the warmth it brought. She couldn't quite help herself. Pegasus was quite darling. And at least he hadn't rejected the idea- not that she had had any thoughts of him doing so.

"I think..." She began before sipping her tea once more and then setting it down in front of her. One of those almost ethereal, and very happy smiles was given to him. "It's a wonderful idea." Pegasus would make a very good father. "Though I must admit, the number of children she would like us to have is a bit much, for my tastes." Cyndia herself had been an only child, after hearing her mother go on and on about ten or more grand-babies she had started to think her parents had planned on having the Ashford Estate filled with children.

[mister_foppish]

He would never outright reject anything Cyndia had to say. That would be ungentlemanly, and besides, he'd always thought that marriage would eventually lead to a family. His own father and mother had expressed their blessing of such an event to occur, before. No doubt their parents had conspired in this, to a degree.

"Oh, Cyndia..." He grabs for her hand across the table, caressing it gently. "Children...I-I've always wanted children." How does a man get this happy? Somehow Pegasus is on his own level!