Aethaam built its wealth and nobility on their land. Farms dotted the fields around the small, neat city, with orchards and sugarcane fields that carried sweet smells on the occasional breeze. Even on rainy, dreary days there was still that 'spice' in the air. It made the place feel different than most others, where the smell of 'people' tended to pervade cities.
The estate itself held two such large cinnamon trees to keep the nice smell to the grounds and it carried into the foyer. Woodwork was commonplace, with polished floors, elaborately carved furniture, and stylized pieces along the walls.
She didn't have to wait long before a welldressed, older gentleman made his way into the foyer from one of the large, arched doorways off to the left. He was dressed in a knee length jacket, buttoned once, with a crisp white dress shirt underneath. Trailing him was a shorter man, in an open jacket and dress shirt that had the top two buttons undone. Most notably were the pointed ears the pair had, sticking up out of silvery white hair. The older man's hair brushed and neat, the younger's tussled like he might've just woken up.
"Welcome. Victoria, I believe it was," the older man greeted with a polite, warm smile. He offered his hand. "My name is Thien Aethaam. I am the one who offered you the position with our House and family. I do hope your journey went well, despite the spot of bad weather we seem to be having." Then, he gestures behind him. "This is one of my younger sons, Caellast."
Caellast isn't quite watching them, having found something more interesting along the walls to look at. His ears are laid back and his hands are in the front pockets of his dress pants. He does, however, offer a, "Hello."
Thien doesn't seem to notice, or care, and gestures toward one of the large archways. "Please, come sit. Are you hungry?"
