Viaryn had found himself back in his room, changing his clothes and setting his personal effects. He pulled a plain lavender shirt over his head and slid into a fresh pair of pants, proceeding to place his dirty clothes into a bag and pulling the drawstring up. Fumbling about on his desk, he searched for a small black hair clip and gathered whatever bits of hair he could that obscured his vision and set the clip to hold it in place. As he walked back out to check on his mother, Viaryn could see that she had finally finished patching up the half-kiju and gave him a reassuring look as she passed by him to put away her supplies. The young boy turned his head at the sound of knocking at the front door. "Must be our guests," he thought as he move towards it and cracked it slightly to check if it were true. Peering outside, Viaryn spotted the familiar face of Ashfa and smiled brightly as he opened the door wider, "Hey, glad you made it! You didn't get lost did you?" Stepping aside to allow her space to walk in, Viaryn looked around and turned back to Ashfa, "Didn't you have a friend with you?"
Ashfa shook her head and gave the boy a shy smile. "Oh… no, not at all, your directions were very clear…" She looked back across the street to where her friend was standing. "Uhm… that's Ylva… she's…" The girl lowered her voice. "She can be cautious."
Across the street Ylva raised an eyebrow as the pair looked at her from the doorway of the little house before looking up and down the street watching or anyone coming towards them.
Viaryn's eyes widened slightly as he slowly nodded his head, acknowledging her response. "Ah. Well, our friend is in the living room. Please, make yourself at home while I help my mom finish setting the table." He looked to Ylva and then back to Ashfa as he returned to his mother's set in order to help set the table. His mother looked to him as he returned and pulled a stack of bowls down from a cupboard. She handed him a group of spoons and began to pour out drinks to serve her guests in the meanwhile. Placing them on a tray, she proceeded into the living room and set the cups down in front of each person, "Here you all go. Dinner will be ready soon." She smiled and left the room, leaving them to enjoy their beverages.
Ashfa had entered the house hesitantly, as was her habit, but she did smile shyly at Viaryn's mother, liking the way the woman had offered them not just something to drink but dinner as well. After the day they'd have, she was tired and hungry. This sort of setting wasn't normal at all for the young woman, but it was certainly pleasant.
"Thank you so much," she called out softly."
"Yes, thank you." Ylva's eyes never left the strange figure on the opposite side of the room. Cold eyes relentlessly bored into the strange creature. They hadn't broken contact with it since she had walked into the room. She had followed her friend into the house after having second thoughts about the situation. This thing was probably the most dangerous being in the city and if there was anything to watch this creature was it. Ash seemed to trust this thing and for that reason and that reason alone Ylva's father sword still sat in its scabbard. Even so, Ylva watched it like a hawk, just waiting for it to do anything more provocative than breathe.
The young Valekian walked into the living area to inform his guests that dinner was ready, but halted as he felt a slight tension fill the air. Ylva, Ashfa's friend, maintained a vigilant gaze on the half-kiju as if he were a threat. Granted, her assumption was reasonable since they lacked information about him. He cleared his throat in order to capture their attention, "Uh-Pardon me, but dinner is ready, so if you all wouldn't mind taking a seat at the table." Viaryn's eyes darted from each person, waiting a moment for any signs of movement before rejoining his mother in the kitchen to help serve. The table was set with a simple decor consisting of a faded cream colored tablecloth sporting a floral pattern, small cups, cutlery and small bowls were laid out on top by each chair. Viaryn and his mother carefully placed the large pot on top of a platter resting in the middle of the table. The aroma of meat and vegetables began to fill the room, drifting underneath the noses of all present.
The mother and son both smiled and began to serve their guests. "It's been a while since we've had this many visitors! Especially young ladies such as yourselves! He's always busy with something, be it work or just engrossed in those books." She chuckles, ladling soup into both of their bowls and then into the bowl of their other guest. "But I can't complain can I? He's done so much to support the two of us this past year. I'm just happy that despite everything, he can still manage to live like other his age."
"Here, let me get that," Viaryn extends his hand, grabbing his mother's chair and pulling it out for her.
"I'm only lucky enough to have gotten jobs that I like. It's mostly thanks to them that I can even manage to support the both of us," he's explains, looking around before serving their soup, "Is this enough?" Nodding, his mother clears her throat,
"Well then, I hope you all enjoy the food." Taking a seat himself, Viaryn agrees and begins to eat.
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