Rorin. Bifrost Kuhna. Human form.
Mirua. Pixii Kuhna. Human form.
"Drinks, food, guest rooms... oh, for the love of--where is--?"
Mirua grumbled and looked through what had to be the fourth box she'd pulled out of the attic since she'd woken up that morning. She'd woken up to a text from her mother, Kanika, that she, her stepmother, and her three half-sisters would be arriving--as well as a plus-one in the form of Rinendra's significant other. She was so absorbed in searching through boxes that she almost missed the knock on the door.
"Mirua?" came Rorin's voice.
"Come in," Mirua called over her shoulder, flinging some fabric haphazardly towards the door. It almost hit Rorin in the face, and he ducked out of the way to dodge it. He watched her carefully, and after a few minutes, he leaned against a wall.
"How long have you been up? It's only nine and the whole house looks like... well, like it's been buffeted by a whole clan of Paragon."