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A quiet drew over the three as Elann found her niche and began working. Aimee showed her around the kitchen when she couldn’t find something she needed. There was idle chatter between the two Kelvics as they regarded one another in Fratava. Ryon took on a more observational role now that Elann was there, defending himself by saying that more than two people was unnecessary for what they were doing seeing as things were nearly done. Towards the end when Elann was scrambling all the eggs, having prepared the water for the coffee and tea, Ryon was sitting down entirely. Since the eggs were the last thing to be cooked, Ryon got up and moved the tea kettle and pot of boiling water for the coffee once the kettle started whistling. Upon being asked, he retrieved the sugar and cream for Elann while she cooked the eggs.

Ryon was sipping on his freshly brewed cup of coffee when Elann spoke up, asking if he was coming and making a joke out of it. He clicked his tongue in playful annoyance, settling onto the countertop with his elbow, his eyes rolling.

“I’ll be coming,” he said, “I won’t be staying though; some of my friends will meet me by the bell tower by the time we’re supposed to get there.”

“Should we be getting Noah and Jocelyn?” Aimee asked, wiping her hands off on a towel. The table had been set for the most part, food in its correct places and utensils ready. Pitchers of water and ale had been set up on the table. “Nevermind.” The change in attitude and motivation was quick on Aimee’s part, all explained by the front door closing with a thud.

Coming through the archway of the kitchen was Noah, trailing behind him a short distance was Jocelyn. Their footsteps had been all but masked by their bare feet and the rug out in the hall. Jocelyn tucked her hair behind her ears and gave the room the same calculated look over as Noah did beside her. It was very clear they were siblings in that moment, they both held the same facial structure as Isabella, her calculated gaze, her high cheekbones, even the way her lips sat upon her face were seen in the two avian Kelvics there. Outwardly any emotive happiness they once displayed was gone and they both looked hard.

Jocelyn stood in a simple skirt, her top long sleeved but shorter in the front than in the back, exposing her midrift while her back remained obscured. Her eyes fell upon Elann, as did Noah’s, but it was him that moved towards the Benshira first, Jocelyn following slowly soon after to take a seat.

“We were just about to come get you,” Ryon said to his newly arrived siblings.

“We have perfect timing then,” Jocelyn replied, her voice smooth yet strong in talking.

Noah came to Elann, bending down to partially embrace her but mostly to kiss her on the temple, whispering a, “Good morning, love,” in her ear. He kissed her again, this time on the lips, before standing straight and in front of her. “Did you sleep alright?” he asked her, reaching out to grasp at her dark hair, running the length between his fingers.