She returned Genia’s glance in understanding. Kayode’s question had thrown her a little, too; she certainly felt more at home in Britain, nowadays, than her own extended family. But she had always admired her cousin Kayode, as much as been intimidated by him; she remembered him and their brothers having grand roughhousing fun as boys, with never any care for quiet.
“I hope not,” Callista added with a smile, at their Iya’s comment about the air – and Kayode certainly looked sturdy enough in stature to weather any inclement conditions. He might well find a Scottish winter dull and disheartening, though: he was already warmer and more colourful (in dress and in character) than most of Hogsmeade in the winter.
“We’re glad to see you again, cousin,” she added, stepping forward for a (more tentative, awkward) greeting embrace of her own before returning to meet Genia’s eye again. “I hope you will feel at home here.”
“I hope not,” Callista added with a smile, at their Iya’s comment about the air – and Kayode certainly looked sturdy enough in stature to weather any inclement conditions. He might well find a Scottish winter dull and disheartening, though: he was already warmer and more colourful (in dress and in character) than most of Hogsmeade in the winter.
“We’re glad to see you again, cousin,” she added, stepping forward for a (more tentative, awkward) greeting embrace of her own before returning to meet Genia’s eye again. “I hope you will feel at home here.”
