“You see well,” Ryon return to Elann in jest. He turned his attention to Isabella as she nudged him with the spice she finished using, silently asking for him to put it where he found it. He took it in hand. The spice was simple cinnamon, discernable enough by Elann. Ryon closed the cupboard door and returned to lean on the counter beside his mother, propped up by the balls of his hands gripping the counter’s edge.

“Not long,” he answered, his head tilting to look at Noah, focusing on the gold donning the eagle’s hands and ears. “Momma already had the stew boiling when you two walked in. She was waiting to fry the fish though and put the pie and bread in.”

On Ryon’s own hands were rings and in his ears were simple hooped earrings as well, both decorations golden in color and made warm by the firelight of the kitchen’s small hearth, candles, and a lantern hanging off one of the support pillars in the kitchen. Elann would’ve seen jewelry adorning Isabella’s ears as well, stuff she didn’t see while the she-eagle was in Syliras.

Isabella looked over her shoulder to Elann and Noah, raising her spoon up to wave at them slightly. She too focused on Noah’s adornments before speaking up. “You went to your room, Dove?”

Noah nodded, passing from behind Elann gently to walk over to his brother and mother at the kitchen’s gallery hearth. A window was open, the breezes filtering in as the Stormwarden moved across the room. To the Kelvics it was getting rather bothersome with how hot it was so a window had been opened as the fires from the hearth and oven started to grow. Noah looked over his mother’s head to look into the pot she was stirring.