He immediately regretted staying back and giving space. He was near them but to the side. As his friends, or should he say family, poured in he was greeted by smiles and recognizable looks. His unique dark skinned sister pointing at him as well, being her old self. 

Often times he was very driven and focused. A single minded determination to train and do good overriding a lot of social interaction (that is, other than fireside chats, or unless he chose a day to take a break), but he cared for them as much as he cared about anyone in this world. Loden, Ashira, Grey, even Kiera. He couldn't help it and suddenly beamed, and decided to throw away all introverted actions. It was then that Ashira announced to them all of why Beren knew they had all come. He sighed when he stepped forward.

Striding towards them, he gave them all his warmest smile. "Hey" he said simply, his voice low and smooth. He patted a hearty hand on Loden's shoulder and put his other hand on Grey's, remembering all the times he had with these two. He shared bits of their personality in many different ways, and he recalled when he had realized that it was fate that made them brothers. Grey for his empathy of animals, and Loden for his skills as a warrior, as well as his similarly kind heart. He'd be there for them, all of them. 

Beren was like a dog in a lot of ways. Loyal to a fault, being one of them. Then he saw Ashira almost welling up with tears, and he couldn't help himself. He had to give her a hug just as Loden did, holding her tightly for a moment before putting her at arms length. "It'll be ok, girly." he said, giving her a reassuring smile, as well as the playful name he'd often give girls he'd have fun with as a youth. "It's good to see you guys, all of you." 

He turned and let out a breath, finally putting his eyes on Keira. The smile he gave her was more of a grin than anything. He had been quite young when he had known her, but as a youth Beren had been quite mischevious. It was odd, Beren's idealistic nature making him naturally hate deceit of any kind. But playfulness and roguish nature, he couldn't help himself sometimes. At least with those whom he enjoyed spending time with, like all of his siblings. Then he finally noticed what she had in her hands. His dark eyes met hers, even if she couldn't see, he knew she knew that he knew...that something was up.  

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