"Sable Skwigelf, it's a pleasure," Said the tall redheaded man at the other end of the room, turning to smile at her. It was a tilted, familiar smile, obviously something of the family line. "Have a seat. I'm glad you arrived, my dear. I've been wanting to meet all of you at some point, and you were the last of the four to meet." He glided across the room with a smile, his hair lifting up from his shoulders and back, flying behind him like fire. "The boys met me first, of course. Henriette is a dear, very much my blood."
He winked, "And I'm glad to have you be in some way related. You're beautiful in your very own right. So strong, so dear. You have a lovely, lovely personality."