Nadya Tetradore

Nadya hardly wanted to linger on the memory of Frost with the twins so was quick to find a distraction, bringing the focus back to the real reason she was called over. She watched Sam produce a few more bubbles for Micah before wandering away to a pile on the dining table. The young woman's gaze was trained for her business to pick out details and as such fell on the fabric that Sam set aside from her purse. Its fabric was familiar to her but the dress itself was new and caused Nadya to raise a brow in curiosity. Her attention was quickly stolen when a box was stuffed into hers hands leading an even more questioning gaze to grace her features.

"Oh?...I think Jackal likes to...exaggerate." Nadya pursed her lips slightly and turned the box over in her hands, absently investigating the pictures and print on it. She supposed she shouldn't have been surprised about a rumor about her brother liking redheads because of Isolt. Nadya really didn't want to bring up that as being the possible reason to the gentle blonde in front of her. "If it's something you really want to try...then I'll help." She had honestly only dyed a friends hair once back when she lived in her home pack. Slowly Nadya rose to her feet and recollected Izzy as she attempted to make a break from the next room. "I'll get the playpen set up for them and then we can start and you can tell me all about that dress." Nadya motioned back to the abandoned dress on the table. "That looks like something from the burlesque." She spoke pointedly but void of irritation. What happened to stray extra fabric was of little care to her but it seemed Sam may have done something with it.

Nadya set the box down on the table before plopping Izzy back down next to Micah. "Can you get their toys from under the carriage?" She waved towards the stroller before pulling the playpen from within its carrier and wrestling the contraption open. After getting it open, Nadya settled Micah into the pen only to turn away and see Izzy attempting to toddle off again not wanting to be in the pen. "Izzy..." Nadya sighed, her ability uncoiling to manipulate the gravity around the toddler with a light shove in order to flop her onto her butt. It was certainly a useful tool to have with the active young runaway. Izzy's features crinkled as if debating to cry in protest at being thwarted but was soon scooped up within her mother's arms and peppered with kisses and tickles to her side that smoothed away the frown with giggles. "Ready?" She questioned Sam once both twins were contained. "We'll need gloves so I don't stain my hands and towels so we don't stain the floor or you." Nadya grabbed a chair for Sam to sit in while doing her hair and twisted it about so it sat in the middle of the room facing the playpen.