1 little, 2 little, 3 little Adravendis; 4 little...5 little....good god

Skulking was probably a fitting description for what Artur had been doing, but it wasn't one she'd voice out loud herself. It had a negative connotation to it that she didn't particularly like, but she bit her tongue as Artur approached, offering him a nod in acknowledgement. Her attention quickly shifted to the children though - in particular to Harlow, who threw herself into the group, covered in plants and mud. Not at all like her own siblings, but Geoffrey's children were no doubt a product of their upbringing. Caelia found herself grinning at him anyway, as well as another boy who wandered in, looking a bit more cautious. And then - yet another came wandering in, another excitable one, and Caelia offered her a grin as well.

Well. He certainly had a lot of kids. Viviane seemed more emotional than her over it, though she was glad to be meeting them. With any luck she'd get to know them all well, but she knew that wasn't likely; having a good relationship with even one of them would be a good thing in her eyes. Like Geoffrey said, they were all quite different, just like their own litter. Caelia could attest to that. And... they were wildly different than these children, though maybe some similarities could be found as they got to know them. But until then? Caelia wasn't quite sure what to do either. "Any of them -" She glanced at her brother, then redirected her attention to the children, "- you - plan to stay in Valhalla?" Maybe not, but if they did she'd be happy to help mentor them to the best of her abilities.