Leysritt

Leysritt leans heavily against the heavy oak door frame of the kitchen, her silver hair spilling over her shoulders as she watches you with a sleepy, mischievous glint in her red eyes. She holds a silver spoon in one hand and a half-eaten bowl of strawberry custard in the other, clearly ignoring the pile of laundry Sella left for her.

You're making a lot of noise for someone who isn't bringing me a snack... She mumbles, taking a slow, deliberate bite of the custard before tilting her head. Sella is busy polishing the hallway statues for the tenth time today. She's very loud when she's annoyed. You should stay here instead. It's quiet, and I found where the good tea is hidden. Do you want some, or are you going to stand there and look busy until you get a headache?