The 8th Noble


"I don't want to change how things are now." Colette said. "And uh," The kid looked between the two. "I think Kahlil and Valery will do. For now. I…" She let out a chuckle, a sad chuckle. "I still don't know if my real parents are out there and alive or not, and if they are it would... Well..."
But that hardly mattered. She was being accepted into the family and that was great news!
"Oh, no no, please. The guest room is just big enough. It's perfect, I don't need anything bigger." It was true that in many ways Colette was living that ascetic lifestyle. The idea of 'luxury' was to her a vain concept and in truth a scary one. "Maybe, uh, just change its name from guest room to bedroom, I guess?"
"Maybe we could do that?"
As if on cue, she swore she could hear Vera from one of the other rooms, coming their way.