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Journey to the East

Who knew what was in the mind of her husband, or why he felt longing and sadness. Something perhaps had happened, but she surely would find out soon. Her eyes trailed toward the house briefly as she thought on the emotions coming from him, and likely he had felt the sorrow within her for her people. Instead, she decided to linger on the happy thoughts of Aimee's humming, and by the end of cleaning, was smiling.

It almost seemed as they were hanging up clothes, that Aimee really didn't like laundry, or found it exhausting. Elann was not bothered by it, nor seemed to tire from the chore.

"Oh?" she questioned in response. "Alright."

Elann finished up hanging her clothing and then moved to take up some of the buckets with Aimee to dump the water. She found it interesting how the roads had the grooves and how it led to some sort of sewer system. It kept a lot of the stink out of the air, unlike Syliras.

After carrying the buckets back, Elann stretched to ease the weariness in her back and then set a hand on her sister's shoulder.

"I'm going to go check on Noah before we head out. I'll be down in a little."

With that, she headed up toward the house and giving a smile to those inside, headed to find her husband.

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Elann nodded to her sister about getting started. She seemed to be deep in thought at the idea of someone else doing her laundry for a silver. Why in this region of the world were people so blessed to have the things they did? Surely the Valterrain had affected them like everyone else, right? There didn't seem to be a fight for survival in Zeltiva and she felt like a fighter who was being told to let her guard down.

Curiously Elann watched as water came forth and how it slowly diminished once Aimee stopped pumping. It was not a joyous event for Elann, but still, she moved the lever up and down. Feeling the rumble of water as it came toward the spigot brought a deep sadness to her eyes.

As Aimee went to get the various elements, she answered back with an "alright", but pumped the lever a couple more times to see the free flowing water once more. How many people had she known or heard of who had died for the substance was beyond her, yet there it was, so free. Deciding not to focus on it lest she start crying, she decided to start cleaning their clothes.

Elann worked fast and hard, showing that while she was about as weak as they come, within her was great determination and fight. She had an inner reserve of strength that seemed to be reserved for her womanly duties that was just not seen elsewhere; and as a result, her laundry was done in no time and set out to dry or bleach.

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"Yeah," she answered about washing both Noah's clothes and her own. Elann was pretty picky when it came to cleanliness, which knowing her husband, was likely appreciated when it came to his clothes.

"Who are the Launders?" she asked, thinking them a family name of sorts. It was not very common for other people to wash another family's clothing where she was from, so she hadn't really heard the term before; even if it was available in Syliras.

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With her sister nearby, the Benshira knew it was going to be a bit crazier of a time washing than normal. Usually a task set in silence, the two of them likely wouldn't keep it that way. After gathering her and Noah's belongings and carrying them down in a wrapped up blanket, she headed outside to a washing area so their clothes could be dealt with. It was there she caught her first real glimpses of the true city around them.

Earlier, she had briefly looked out the window upon rising and even when she had looked with Ryon out the window, but the resin glass obscured much more than her natural sight could perceive. The smells of the ocean, the warm breeze, and the sun's rays all make warmth and love fill her bond. Zulrav would have been pleased at her reaction as she stood a moment, letting the wisps of wind call to her like on the night she had met him. Slowly she would follow them where they tugged and whipped as a she seemed to dance a little while she waited for Aimee.

When both were outside, she would defer to Aimee to know where the water spout was and where they kept their lye and soap. Her white clothing had become horribly stained and needed whitening and to be bleached by the sun and lye. Her hope was that the fabric was not too far gone. When her sister did come out, she would look to how much she had brought with her with a small smile on her face.

"It's hard to believe we are really here. It in my mind seemed to not take that long, and seemed to take forever at the same time...if that makes any sense. Is it always like this? It's so refreshing..."

With that, she took in a cute, deep and swift breath excitably and flopped her arms as she let it reluctantly out.

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It wasn't long and the whole of the family had gathered together, minus those who were not present, and with Noah having answered her, she now had to consider what she was going to refer to him as. If it was her own culture, she would know, but it seemed everyone was so laid back in their society there in Zeltiva.

The day loomed before them, and with some conversation at the breakfast, they would learn more about her personality. She was a goofy kind of girl, fun, but traditional. Her culture had many twists and turns, being very adhered to, and yet she had chosen to marry a nonbeliever and foreigner. Some of the time would be spent answering small questions in between the shoveling in of food and the small bites coming from Elann, but for the most part - on her side- she didn't have anything too personal to ask.

Elann made it clear that she couldn't wait to get out of the house and to experience the city in the daylight, to see the fashions, to go do what they were set to do. When breakfast was done, Elann rose because she wanted to get some laundry done and to bleach their clothing in the sun before they left for the market, but if urged, she would consider other alternatives.

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"We aren't sure yet. At least not professionally. I will always be making rugs and new clothes, but as for a job, I'm not sure. I am really interested in learning hunting, but I am afraid I don't know much. It is the most fun thing I've ever done though."

Without even looking to her husband, she could tell his attention was lapsing. It wasn't that she could feel him move, it was just that she knew him in the few conversations they had been in with other people; so as a way to wake him up and take part, her fingers loosened at his side from her hug and drummed there lightly against him. It wasn't hard enough for a tickle, but was definitely meant to draw his attention.

"Noah and I have to somewhat gain a perspective of the city and see what it has in store for us first, then we can start making plans."

Waving to the breakfast, she gestured for Jocelyn to join them.

"Are you ready to eat?"

If she would join them at the table completely by sitting, then Elann would pull Noah aside and speak to him in a soft voice, one that would mostly be read on lips and directly to him.

"What do you call your father when calling out for him? Dad?"

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Elann nodded. She had seen Noah's sense of the wind, of the rain, and as she very briefly closed her eyes, the image and warmth in her heart of Zulrav showing himself to her sprung to mind. A smile spread and she nodded.

"You certainly won't. He likely knows what the days weather is before the day even rolls around to being day. He is very in-tune with Zulrav."

As Jocelyn spoke Elann obviously answered the simple rhetorical question with a kind vocal chime, but Jocelyn made her curious. She stared at Elann like most of the family members, but it was more like how Noah stared at her; with deep intent. It was a plain gaze, but Elann felt as if all the angles, her eyes, and her other features were taken in, analyzed, and processed in the she-kelvic's steady look.

"I love sandals. I look forward to it."

The piquing happiness in her husband's bond, and the gaze turned to him made Elann guess that there was more delivered in the look than just was on the surface. She rested her head on her husband and pulled him tightly around the waist, which wasn't very tight at all given the weakness in her clinging grasp, but likely stronger than when he had first met her. The bow was a good strengthener for her, but still, she had no muscle to her body elsewhere.

Elann had made the eggs according to the way the majority of the family would normally have made them and so she hoped they enjoyed them. No shell had fallen in, and no portion was too dry so that it tasted like rubber. Having made the coffee in the same way, it was likely they would all have coffee the way they normally did and not as thick as tar like how she normally drank it.

"Is your work difficult? I imagine dealing with sailors can be fun and stressful at times."

She had been given a unique perspective on her 3 month journey there to Syliras. While in the hold, sailors did come down occasionally to chat. They were brazen and wild men, without apparent honor, but retaining a fearsome loyalty. She thought them quite curious.

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A small giggle came from Elann at the eye roll, as she was glad he could at least play along. She had hopes for her newfound family, and though Jocelyn was the chief concern of the moment, she was sure that even the relationship with her would be fine.

"Good. So this bell tower...it is for keeping time? Or is it like a warning bell?"

Upon Aimee inquiring after the others, Elann was prepared to go get them, but it seemed there was no need. Connecting with Aimee's eyes, Elann followed to the unseen husband about to make entrance as she scooped out the remaining eggs into a bowl.

There he came, curly hair in all, and though she had her issues with him, she did love him and it could be felt strongly warming their bond as her eyes connected to his. Next came the beautiful figure of a woman who looked sunkissed enough to be her own sister. The blueness of her eyes seemed to stand out even moreso than the other siblings. Both seemed very unlike the giggling pair outside as they looked about the room, and Elann wondered why that was.

It was strange to hear Jocelyn's voice, just as it was to hear Aimee's or Isabella's at first. It registered in her mind as a new series of notes, ones that her pitch perfect voice could match if she tried. The singer that she was gave some insight into who was who even without looking, something the quadruped family members likely shared with her.

"Morning," she whispered back, literally beaming with the light of the window and her bright smile toward his kiss. Melting sensations quivered over her at his touch and there was a minor longing in their bond before their shared kiss, but disappeared shortly afterwards.

"I slept good, just not much of it, I'm not tired though."

Her hand crept along his back in an embrace and she nudged him toward Jocelyn. If he moved her way, Elann would smile kindly to the kelvic woman and come go to meet her.

"Morning...I take it you are Jocelyn?"

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Elann knew that Ryon and Aimee, and likely other members of their household could smell far beyond what was normal, but she never considered that they could smell the scent of her and Noah even after a bath. If she had, she would have never had relations with him, regardless of her want for it. That want had now subsided once more; the crazed desire for her husband had simmered to a low burn, and even as she moved about the kitchen toward Aimee, she could feel the soreness of last nights events.

That minor pain was hindered from bothering her by the much more jovial feelings coming from her husband. She moved away from the window, but in her heart she was a little disappointed. She had seen him treat others so harshly, and her as well at times, but what her eyes just beheld was something new. While at times he was jovial with her, it was far more dead in comparison to Jocelyn. That disappointment came strong within her as she longed to have that relationship with him. Instead they would always fight. Things showed signs for the better last night though so she couldn't dwell on it long and instead distracted herself from the window by speaking with the others.

Ryon disagreed with her, but seemed to also agree with her point. Jocelyn was grown by the time he was born, which was why she made the point that she was like a mother to him. Elann just nodded and hummed in interest and went about doing the coffee, tea, and eggs. Each type of egg would be specifically asked how they were making them, and if scrambled that would just make her life easier. For her own tea and coffee, she would find the sugar and add some cream if it was available; drinking it while cooking.

"I am really looking forward to shopping today. I would like to get an idea of the fashion of Zeltiva, maybe buy some dresses. Are you coming Ryon? We could buy you some dresses too," she asked with a playful look on her face as she tested the waters.

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"Oh, with Jocelyn hmm?" Elann voiced as curiosity filled her bond. There was an anticipation within her and longing to see this mysterious person. It seemed now that she realized they had already had breakfast. Why they had it so early, she didn't know.

"Well, I usually wake up before him...so he must have."

She really didn't know, but assumed he had always woke up later than her. Elann wondered what had changed in him to have him desire waking up later.

"I usually wake up by the fifth bell, but slept in today until the sun shone into the room I guess."

Elann moved to stand next to Ryon. She hadn't put on any perfume, but perhaps he could smell the lingering bath smells at her closeness. She peered out the window to catch the first glimpse of her sister she had not met yet. As Aimee spoke, Elann moved over near her and began to gain an understanding of what Noah's nervousness in meeting Jocelyn. She was protective of him, like a mother.

"She probably was like his mother in their age difference right?"

"Did you need any help? I see you're cooking..." she wriggled her eyebrows up and down at her. Aimee had learned cooking in her house but also probably a bit from helping the cook. As Elann looked over her shoulder, she wondered how the scent-driven nose of the maned wolf was being used in cooking.