A conversation between brother and sister.
"What can you remember about our mother?" Athelisa asked her brother, Robin. "I remember she was beautiful." He grinned and Athelisa smiled. She poked her needle through the delicate silk of the handkerchief she was sewing for her sister.
"Do you think father will let us see mother again?" Robin glanced at his sister from where he stood at the window and replied, " I don't know. " Just then, their sister Briana swept in, fresh from a horseback ride.