Elann's feet lightly graced over the stone; its feel reminding her of Syliras in a way, but the house reminded her of her dream. It wasn't the same, but somewhat similar construction, at least in her mind. The Benshiras eyes were alight as a muffled voice hollared back through the thick door-- this was it.

Steeling herself with a battery of strength and bravery, Elann could have been charging into battle on a steed with what she seemed to muster inside of herself. This was her new family, and none of them, even Noah would understand fully what that meant to her. As the door swung open, a man who had been briefly in her dreams stood before her. There was Ryon, who in her brief, not repeated and yet journaled dream, was the brother of Noah. In her dream he stood next to a windblown oak tree, and the image was ripe with symbolism, however Elann let the future play out as it was and didn't mention it except in her recent journaling.

In Elann's eyes he seemed to have features close to Noah, but much more manly, and until shaved, Noah had almost begun to look like Ryon, yet with curlier hair. Catching his eye, she gave him a small confident smile and headed in past him, doing as indicated and taking off her shoes. 

It was then Isabella came in and the smile widened on Elann's face. With another brief look to Ryon as if to tell him she would greet him shortly, she hugged Isabella, though it was not a perfect hug. Elann was still fairly awkward when it came to hugs. She had come to realize it was just something she would have to get used to in life in the North. It felt good to be barefoot again. While Elann mostly wore shoes, it was only in coming to Syliras she had done so. 

In the desert, Elann was either always barefoot, or would wear open sandals. Shoes didn't have purpose in her home and would only collect sand. To her, the cool floor was far too cold, but it still was enjoyable over wearing closed and confined shoes that kept her feet warm. Elann wanted to head over to the rug and the fire however- call it instinct.

"Thank you," she voiced in response with a little chuckle. Elann noticed her eyeing her hair and reached up to tug at it. By now all the scent had long since been blown from it, but already at her roots there were the faint hintings of a lighter brown coming forth.

"Nice to meet you." Elann uttered after he had greeted her in his strange fashion. At his mentioning of her being a celebrity, she grinned again at his welcome. "What has she been saying about me?" Elann toyed toward him with an glance to Isabella as Elann moved back to her husband's side. Already the cold was seeping into her bones and she wanted his warmth, if not the warmth of the rug and fire as well.