Noah hummed in agreement with Elann’s nearly sadly spoken words. His father was a hard worker, and it was usually about this time of year that he worked two jobs, one at night and one in the day. It was one of the reasons why his mother didn’t have to work if she didn’t want to. As it were, both of the Kelvics were used to doing some form of activity in their youths, and since their lives were only just reaching middle age, they continued to work. Noah didn’t know if his father took the day off in anticipation of his two children and now child by law, Noah couldn’t speak with confidence.

After Aimee made her way for the house’s front porch and signaled the laborers that this was where they were to unload the family trunks, Noah found his way down, watching as Elann drifted towards the back to lend aid only to be turned away kindly. He waited for her to rejoin him and when she did then he led her onto the raised lawn and down the few rocks laid down to act as a pathway to the steps leading up to the front porch. The door had yet to be answered when him and Elann got there so Aimee knocked one more time.

A muffled shout was heard from behind the door coming from a voice shades deeper than Noah’s. It was clear only Aimee could discern what was shouted from the depth of the house behind the thick door. Whatever she heard made her click her tongue in annoyance and roll her eyes. She set her sights on Elann and showed her a soft smile, partly in reassurance but also warning. The door’s lock sounded and then it was tugged inward. On the opposite side, draped in simple clothes and shaded by orange firelight emitted from the candles lit inside and the lantern lit outside, was [url=http://www.trendhunterseye.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/01-wouter-peelen-por-dean-isidro-vogue-hombre-mexico-trend-hunters-eye.jpg]a man[/url] an inch or so taller than Noah with a small mane of dark wavy brown hair. On his face was groomed hair, covering the sculpted features of his jawline. His eyes were just as pale and hard as Noah’s, not retaining the softness that Aimee’s and Isabella’s had.

“Oh, it’s you,” the man said in a dry way, turning to yell into the home, “Ma, the homeless are bothering us again.”

Again, Aimee rolled her eyes stepping into the doorway and gave a harsh shoulder-check to the taller man. In reply he opened the door wider allowing Noah and Elann through, but not before squinting his eyes at the eagle in a searching way. The same eyes went over Elann as well. The looks gave Noah momentary pause before he continued without much of a word to the other male.

Stepping inside, Isabella’s voice could be heard softly cooing to Aimee. Noah’s shoed feet sounded aloud on the wooden floor as he passed through the first small room of the house, a place where people took off their shoes and hung up their coats before passing into the hall where Aimee and Isabella were. Noah turned and started to kick off his shoes, setting them up neatly where several other pair resided in a nice order. He silently instructed Elann to do the same before taking her through the large archway which led to an open room with very little furniture. There was a large rug in the center and on the back wall was a grand and roaring fireplace. There were no cooking utensils inside so it could be assumed that it was used to warm the house and the rug on the floor would be easily discernable as Benshiran.

Isabella laid her cyan eyes, twinkling and golden in the firelight, on Elann and Noah as they came through the archway, their now shoeless feet treading over wooden floor or rug. She drifted towards them, she herself was dressed in a simple dress of dark colors. Though her expressions were soft it was clear she was elated, and upon seeing his mother, Noah was happy as well. He let go of Elann’s hand in order to hug his mother in return, bending slightly to accommodate for the height difference. After their hug ended Isabella’s eyes went to Elann and she gave her a brief look of examination, taking in the white dress and sheerness of it in some places.

“It’s so good to see you again, dear,” she said to the Benshira, opening her arms to take in the shorter woman. After hugging Elann she pulled back and held the Benshira by her shoulders, showing a larger smile in welcome. “You’d think thirty days of travel would dampen your looks but somehow yours haven’t.” It was then the she-eagle noticed Elann’s darkened hair, a tilt of Isabella’s head came as she took in the color. There was a raise of her brows to say she was interested in the color change but she didn’t comment, the thudding of the laborers’ feet on the hardwood floors drawing her attention away from Elann and Noah.

She parted from Elann, drifting gently past her before she started giving kind orders to the laborers moving one of the trunks. The man who opened the door initially stood in the archway behind the laborers as they went to execute Isabella’s commands. His eyes were roving, looking over the standing Noah and Elann nearby. Aimee came up behind Noah, bringing her hands softly around his waist in a sideways hug.

“Ryon,” Isabella’s voice came again. The man’s head perked, turning in the direction of his mother. She waved to beckon him over to her as she walked towards Elann and Noah once more. Her hand gestured to the Benshira, “This is Elann, Noah’s wife and bondmate.”

Ryon roamed over quietly. It was clear while Noah and him shared many similarities, like the darkness of their hair, the height, pale skin, and seemingly anger harboring eyes, there were differences as well; Ryon was a tad stockier than his thinner brother and his hair was wavy compared to the curliness of Noah’s.

Coming to Elann, Ryon extended his hand to shake Elann’s, and upon her taking it, he leaned in and put his canine’s nose to work, sniffing over the top of the Benshira’s head. Holding Elann’s hand captive, he continued his upclose examination, bringing his face closer to Elann’s as he continued to take in the woman’s scent and various smells, eventually separating what she naturally smelled like from what the days’ long travel managed to attempt to hide. After a chime he pulled back, releasing Elann’s hand and taking a step back out of her space.

“Nice to finally meet you, Elann,” his voice came. “You’ve become quite a celebrity in our house thanks to my mother.” He showed her a soft and would be charming smile, a slight cant of his head coming to cement the genuine welcoming.