Kire breathed in the cool morning air, smelling a hint of impending rain. The pinks and yellows of the early morning sky reminded Kire of spring flowers, and despite thinking about going back to Ruli’s new bed, she smiled. “Alright. We’ve seen it. Maybe we could grab a nap before we need to—oh.” She turned when she sensed and heard Ysaryn’s voice, and though her eyes still looked droopy she had a smile ready for the elf, Kire’s blue sapphire eyes on her pink ones. “Good morning. I like what you did with your hair,” she commented. “Breakfast would be lovely.” 
“I thought you wanted to go back to sleep,” Narda said grinning. Kire was still too sleepy to find the proper retort. 

They followed Ysaryn down, taking their time to observe how the elf side of the settlements were adapting the houses. Kire looked, impressed, at the large building that stood against the cliff, and the archway outside it, before Ysaryn beckoned them to enter her home in silence. [i]Definitely her place,[/i] Kire noted, wondering who else was inside. Perhaps her family. She wondered where the Chief himself was, if he too was staying here or someplace else. As they stepped inside, the passages only just high enough for Narda to walk through without bowing her head, Kire pictured herself finding a small home here like Ruli’s, or another structure like this one, where she could receive guests in a makeshift anteroom, while the other important chambers were nestled into the cliff. It was rustic enough for her liking, and reminded her of a cozier version of Elva’s Northern manor in the snow and ice. 

Narda and Kire could smell something cooking in the kitchen, and they waited while Ysaryn introduced them to her mother. Though she was much thinner than her daughter, Kire could see the resemblance. Kire was drawn to the color of her hair, too. “We’re honored to meet you, Yena,” Kire said. Yena didn’t acknowledge them with anything more than the nod. Ysaryn answered the ‘why’ of it soon enough. “Understood,” Kire said, and indeed she did, just as she couldn’t entirely blame Narda for her outburst at Gavin. Pain and hurt passed down through generations of hatred could not be undone overnight, no matter how great the good deed. They sat down where she had indicated, Narda sitting across Kire, who wondered about the fourth plate. Maybe Yena would join them, or the Chief? 

“That’s good to know,” Kire commented in reply to Ysaryn’s update on the scrying items. If everything went well, they could find their answers by the end of the day. Maybe even find Edward by then . Narda saw the hopeful gleam in Kire’s eye and smiled, though a shadow of worry was in her own expression as they ate breakfast. 
“We both do,” Narda answered Ysaryn for Kire, reaching to tug at the blonde’s ear. “But between the two of us, it is easier for me to rise and enjoy it. This one, she would prefer the sunset.” 
“Easier to catch, too,” Kire mumbled, just as Ruli joined them. She turned, her eyes on his messy mop, and her cheeks puffed up into a stifled chortle. “Morning. I rather like your place,” Kire said. “You are very tidy, I’m impressed.”
“That’s because she isn’t,” Narda muttered, smirking. “Spoiled little princess, this one.” 
Kire rolled her eyes. “So Envy will be doing the scrying? Is it a one-man—er elf job?” Not having seen either Ruli or Envy actually perform their enchantments, Kire was curious about the process.