Noah hummed cheerily at the image of his sister. In the few years it had been since the drawing was initially created Aimee had grown speedily. It was the same for him. The first few years of his life were met with explosive growth spurts that nothing could explain. The only fact of the matter was he was a Kelvic and the reaching of sexual maturity happened by the time he was four years old. He was a teenager then, growing still in terms of appearance. He left his nest, so the speak, when he was six years old, coming to Syliras then. It had been three years since then but his birthday had just passed again in the past winter, though Elann didn’t know that. He was ten years old now, his aging slowing considerably because of the dire-kin’s blood running through his veins. His age was unknown to Elann as well, having not been asked as much.

Elann’s reaction to the picture was anticipated by him, though he hoped it wouldn’t have happened at all. He hadn’t forgotten about the picture or the night he drew it. He wasn’t seeking it out when he was flicking through his drawings but he forgot just what else lay inside his journal in the excitement of wanting to show Elann the rest of his work. To him, the picture didn’t mean anything in the way it meant something to Elann. It was but a drawing of a woman, a brothel-maid.

“Elann,” he carefully spoke, gripping the edges of his journal in unease. “What’s are you thinking about?”

The question was asked in the want for an answer, a want to hopefully ease the new burden on Elann’s mind before it festered into something else. She had eased away from him and lay back down on the rug-bed with not even a word. Her mind seemed heavy like it did the day he brought the letter of her father’s disownment to her, she resembled the sight of a weighed down soul. It didn’t settle well with the Kelvic who was fluttering with nervousness now.