Ryon moved a little to the side so Elann could see clearly through the window pane. Truthfully, Ryon could smell Noah’s scent on Elann, the smell lingered with what she smelled like naturally and the smells from what bath items she may have used very early that morning. 

He moved the curtain a little more open, giving both of their heads passage. In the green, risen yard they could see Noah standing with the mysterious Jocelyn. In the growing light it was apparent her skin was a shade darker than Noah’s, her hair had been cut, not as long as Aimee’s or Isabella’s, only going a little way past her shoulders. The tresses themselves were straight and a fairer shade of Noah’s, a mix between Viktor’s dark locks and Isabella’s blonde. They stood side by side on the edge of the yard. Side by side, it could be seen Jocelyn was rather tall, taller than Aimee (who was already taller than Elann) yet shorter than both Noah and Ryon. It seemed the two Kelvics outside were talking, both of them acting out stories in large exaggerated ways. Noah waddled along the yard, acting out one of the stories, before both of them threw their heads back in laughter, the bond between Noah and Elann sparked with happiness as it happened.

As Elann made her comment on Jocelyn’s age, Ryon let out a hum of growing disagreement. “Not really,” he told her, letting the curtains close as they both pulled away. “Jocelyn’s only three years older than him, but she was pretty much grown by that time, isn’t that right, Aimee?” Ryon looked to his sister for clarification.

Aimee hummed in agreement. “She’s a year older than me and I’m two years older than Noah,” she said.

As Elann approached her the she-wolf looked readily at the Benshira, considering her offering of help. “You could grind up the coffee or start the eggs, otherwise things are pretty much done.” Aimee pointed to either ingredient, the eggs in the bowl near the hearth or the bag of coffee beans set on the counter waiting to be ground. “There’s the tea that needs to be made too, so the kettle should probably be put on the grate in the hearth.” 

She left it up to Elann on what to do, figuring she wanted to participate since she had asked. Really it was just Aimee and Ryon tasked with feeding the house that morning since their mother was gone. They were bending tacit rules to be polite, though the rules didn’t matter much that they were bent, they were simply a part of the Kelvics’ lives, a system that had become tradition.