Ryon shook his head at Elann. “With only a few months left in the apprenticeship, I help him out with some of his large projects and commissions. I take small jobs by myself with him watching over me,” he told her.. 

With Isabella’s return, and the table being sat, Ryon started to move the dishes over to the the center of the table. It was quite a long dining table, enough seats for everyone and a few guests when they came over for dinner. Elann was the only guest as of now though, meaning a few other seats would remain empty after everyone sat down. Elann would begin to discern that the pie wasn’t that of dessert, but was another entree, a pie filled with chicken and vegetables. The stew itself was made up of onion and hare, something resembling what Isabella cooked in Elann’s home but with meat added instead of just onion flavored broth. The bread had been sliced by Ryon and stacked on a few saucers collected in the middle of the table near the large bowl the soup had been ladled into. The remains within the pot went back onto the hearth’s grate while the flames were poked and spread out like the oven’s had been.

Isabella looked over everything and nodded, satisfied. Ryon looked towards the archway as the front door sounded, opening, two pairs of footsteps marching inside for a moment before they died down, those entering taking their shoes off at the entrance hall. Softly treading, Aimee’s figure reentered the kitchen and alongside her came [url=http://67.media.tumblr.com/c08c23637995c521e150ec370bb719a0/tumblr_n4l5saU1oF1ta0rzzo1_1280.jpg]another man[/url]. It was easily ascertainable he was Viktor, his height and mane of hair along with the gruffness of his finished beard announcing as much. His hair came down to his shoulders in wavy browns akin to Ryon’s own with the darkness of Noah’s shade with the occasional flecks of blonde that dressed Noah’s hair in the summer. It seemed all the children so far had his eyes, pale and blue like cold steel. The only thing denoting his possibly elderly age was the silver streaks along the front of his maintained style, the youth in his face seemingly unperturbed aside from slight wrinkles and folds. It clear both Noah and Ryon took after their mother in terms of facial construction while Aimee shared Viktor’s longer face.

He was dressed simply in socks and basic trousers with his shirt thrown over his shoulder. Though he had long ago stopped sweating from work, his fringe and edges of his hair were lain flat near his hairline.

Viktor’s dark, thick brows, angry seeming, rose as his wintry gaze settled on Elann there in his kitchen. There was a cant of his head as he took the fullness of her small frame in, looking over to Isabella who had stayed very much put until his sights were on her. Once their gazes met she moved over to him, smiling and embracing him. He embraced her in return. While they hugged in greeting, Aimee continued into the kitchen, smiling at Elann and grazing her hand over the Benshira’s shoulder before taking a position right beside the girl.

Isabella and Viktor shared a kiss before they both turned to face Elann, Viktor’s hand playing with the the blonde strands on his wife’s head. Isabella took Viktor by the hand and brought him across the way to Elann before parting from him and moving towards Elann, resting her hand on the Benshira’s other shoulder.

“Viktor, this is Elann, the one you’ve heard so much about,” the matriarch said, speaking softly.

Viktor nodded slowly in understanding, taking his time to look over Elann in relative quiet. “Hello,” he finally said, his voice low yet whispering. “So, you married my baby boy?”