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The plans for the Eventides had been set in motion come time that Vel’adir and Dymere were called upon to meet their Matriarchal sister, unknowing at the time that they shared a bloodline. The hour would be around noon as the two came to the door that led into Elenaris’ study. Vel’adir’s immediate response to the unfamiliar man came in the form of a rather brooding chest and gaze that looked over him curiously as Cindel broke through the space between them to open the door.

“Lady Eventide will be a few moments, my Lords.” The little mage spoke in her sweetly soft tone before gesturing for them both to step inside the study.

The blonde knight furrowed his brow, quickly glancing from Cindel to Dymere in confusion. “Lords?” Once more his jade hues looked the man over, taking note of little details of not only his demeanor but his attire too. With a heavy sigh, he allowed himself to step in front to move through the entrance well ahead of the Spellbreaker, almost rudely so. “I cannot imagine what purpose my sister has for calling you here upon the same time as myself, though surely I suspect it will be worth the wait.”

While typically his form was fitted in the crimson and gold armor of their House, Vel’adir wore a garb that was much more comfortable for his time around the Manor. Leather boots covered the ankles of well woven breeches that held a clearly silken shirt tucked into their tops. “Perhaps we should exchange names before she arrives. Lord Vel’adir Eventide, I do welcome you to my home, while surprising enough…” He began before gesturing to a seat that sat opposite to where it was obvious the Lady of the House would be taking her place.

Compared to his brother, Dymere looked a ruffian, with half of his long black mane drawn into a lazy bun, the rest loose at his shoulders, and a untraditional beard to their elven kind. Two ritualistic crescent scars hooked from brow to high cheekbones. He was a big elf with wide shoulders that held more bulk than some; truly, he looked the type to be at the front lines for a reason. Despite the seasoned look about him, his eyes still held warmth and the notes of crow’s feet that crinkled with his amused smile which he graced the blonde with even after he was cut in front of. Water off a duck’s back.

His attire consisted of a dark leather tunic atop a white shirt, drawing out the color of his sun-kissed skin, a trait usually shared by workers or peasants often baking in the sun. At his brown leather belt, Dymere held a ritualistic knife kept safe at his hip with a pouch and a rolled vellum. Really, with most of his body deliberately covered, it was hard to see just exactly what he was. The most expensive piece of clothing he wore was perhaps his supple doeskin leather riding boots, which have been stained as dark as they could.

Dymere’s overall demeanor was a warm one. The scarring on his face clearly did not bother him, nor his brawny size as he grinned and stepped up to the other nobleman. “I knew it,” he claimed as he looked Vel’adir over, smiling like a cat who had gotten into the cream. “It is about time we met, my brother.” Within a moment, the big elf was embracing him, clearly not concerned about the rules of personal space. Warmth radiated from the beast as he stepped back to look him over once more. “Figured you’d be uglier, honestly.”

Vel’adir’s eyes widened. Slightly at first, having heard the term ‘brother’, and even further at the feel of the embrace from this unknown man. The knight tensed within Dymere’s arms a moment before lifting his hand to give a single pat to his shoulder before kindly pushing from him as the man also stepped backward.

“It is a pleasure to meet you however...I am not sure I heard you correctly. You said brother?” He asked, taking a step back from Dymere, once more looking over him. While the hair color did not exactly fit the normality of the Eventides, it was hard for Vel’adir to deny that his eyes and facial structure were spitting image of the rest of their family.

Dymere knew when he breached the comfort of another and didn’t seem at all upset at having been denied a hug. A toothy grin exposed a dimple in his cheek as he watched Vel’adir, settling his hands on his hips in an undeniable display of comfort and confidence more fitting of a scoundrel than a high ranking military man. At least, this is what he presented himself as in the privacy of his family’s home. Anyone who knew the Spellbreaker knew that he could be both in a blink. Try as this awful, war-torn world might, it would not break this big beast of an elf’s spirit.

“Your ears are working. This is good news,” he began with a chuckle. “I am your younger brother, Dymere. It’s a shame that it took so long for us to finally meet, but better late than never I say.”

Vel’adir’s lower lip seemed to fall apart from his upper as he fell loss for words. With the simple shake of his head and clearing of his throat, the knight gathered himself the best he could to offer any kind of response. “Younger brother, you say? Hm…”

Just as he was about to continue, a voice rang through the room, mellow and soothing as it may be it was also commanding. “It would seem you two have made an acquaintance already, though it was hardly as I saw it, I suppose it will do.” The Matriarch finally made her appearance, stepping through the entrance of her study and closing the door behind her. Reddened lips gave a soft smile to both of her brothers, nodding to them in greeting. “I trust Vel’adir has been kind, however sometimes that is simply too much to ask for so I apologize if any of his quirks may have come off rude.”

With steps that seemed to be gracefully planned drew her closer to them, or perhaps it was simply that her comfort in the setting was one she knew all too well. Her smile brightened as the three now formed a small circle, raising her hands to reach up and rest on one of each of their shoulders. “Our family has been through much in decades past, I say we put such to rest and focus more upon the matter that the remaining and most important part of our lineage has come together at last… even moreso once our Little Pearl returns. Eleney’a will be thrilled to meet her other brother.”

Dymere’s attention immediately snapped to his sister and the head of their house. Elenaris had always amazed him; he looked up to her in many ways, listened to the stories of her accomplishments over the years, often implementing some of her mannerisms into his ability to lead his troops with strength and confidence. While he was confident in his own skin, there was a tiny voice telling him to stand up straighter, keep his shoulders wide, and show himself to be just as useful as a warrior as he was a brother.

When a hand was placed to his shoulder, he touched the middle of her back and planted a quick, fuzzy kiss to her cheek before withdrawing. The corners of his lips twitched up with the ghost of a warm smile that held the mischief they always did as his pine-colored eyes flicked between his siblings, chest swelling with pride. Even though his brother was a stranger to him, there was an undeniable spirit link through blood that made him comfortable where he stood.

He was home.

Elenaris leaned in slightly to her sibling’s greeting kiss and squeezed his shoulder softly as Vel’adir looked on with a slightly furrowed brow. Before he drew away, she spoke in a low tone, though it was not purposefully to keep Vel’adir in the dark. “It is so good to see you, dear.” With a smile the woman nodded once, gesturing to the two seats in front of her desk before rounding it to take her place in the larger of the three chairs.

The knight did as he was suggested, eyes remaining on Dymere briefly before looking to his sister. “I was unaware we had a second brother…” He mentioned as he situated himself comfortably in the seat.

“Dymere has been away from our family most of his life, out studying multiple venues and prospects here and there. I would even wager he has already set out to see the Legion among the Broken Isles, hm? Which is precisely why I extended an invitation home so that we might all come together before we make our way as a family to offer our aid.” She had set about tidying the many tomes and scrolls that littered her desk, the slightest bit of frustration and focus tinging her features before she regained that seemingly effortless demeanor.

“Vel’adir has already made arrangements with our dear friend, Kaevia, for the time being. He is staying with her in Dalaran. Once Eleney’a returns home, I will be joining the two of you there, though it would do me well to know where you stand, Dymere. We do have the Aegis that is eager to join the many men and woman on the front and I set to see the one of the two of you leading them.”

The middle brother’s one-and-a-half ears perked up at the familiar Lady Sun’rael’s name, half-pausing in his descent to sit to cast a look over to Vel’adir and back to his sister during her explanation. He didn’t realize that he was already smiling, eyes bright at the prospect of possibly reuniting with the priestess who he had spent countless hours with, lounging upon picnic blankets and twisting thin peacebloom stems into crowns that he always found incredibly silly, yet endearing. Her company had brought him immeasurable amount of comfort when he was going through rough times. Surely he would set out to see her again soon, to rekindle their friendship, but now his attention was required for his family. He dipped his head respectfully to Elenaris.

“I go where our family and allies need us most. Should Vel’adir decline, I will be more than honored to lead the Aegis into battle. I have already seen many of them as I walked through the training yards and can see that they are itching for a fight. And if my brother should accept, I ask that I attend their drills as an equal. At the very least, I want to make sure that every man and woman are prepared for what we face… and show them a few tricks, too.” There it was again, that dimpled grin like a cat who knew where the cream was hidden.

Vel’adir flicked his gaze between the two, his lips pursing slightly as he sat in silent thought. “Perhaps it is best...Dymere takes the lead on the Aegis. I suspect that all in all, no matter where the fight takes us, we will come together in the end. Perhaps giving our aid to and small numbers to the forces Kaevia currently leads will do well for all of us?” He offered surprisingly.

Elenaris lifted a brow at the knight’s response, she had not known him to be so willing to give up such a moment to shine in the light of any means. “You are sure this is what you want?” She asked, receiving a brisk nod from him in response. “Very well, then it is settled. Vel’adir, you return to Dalaran and remain with Kaevia until I join you and Dymere wil-”

The Matriarch’s words were cut off by an action that very rarely if at all happened. The door to the study swung open with force, a frazzled Cindel bursting through and running up to Elenaris with a piece of parchment in her hand. The missive was not folded or sealed though it was clearly marked somehow with a red pigment of sorts.

“Cindel…?” Elenaris began, rising as she accepted the letter and immediately as her pale hues began to scan the words, her breath caught in her chest. The anger she had deep within her rose again but even more the concern for her littlest sibling overcame that. The two brothers overlooked their sister with confusion and worry but their questions would remain a moment longer as Elenaris did her best to compose herself only to falter in this plan.

Hands slammed to the desk as scream rang throughout the manor in anger. The now crumpled missive was tossed in front of her, showing Vel’adir and Dymere the contents. “Change of plans. We are all going to Dalaran and we do it quickly. Enomea has Neya.”

Dymere picked up the note and peeled it apart to look it over before steeling himself. He had never seen his sister react that way to anything, and the urgency in her voice told him that their little reunion was over. As much as he mourned the lost time between his siblings, there would be more of it when their family was restored and brought back to balance.

When Vel’adir was finished reading, the younger brother tossed the missive away and turned on his heel, almost knocking over Cindel in the process as he made for the exit of the grand office with determined steps. “I’ll grab my things.”

Vel’adir closed his eyes, simply listening to the sound of Dymere’s footsteps recede out of the study. “I will kill her.” He said, so full of emotion but also so calmly it was a strange tone all together.

Eleney’a was their little pearl, their most dearest and the really the Light of the Evenide family. For anyone, especially their own sister to use her against them, it was an all time low. Elenaris shook her head. “No, her death belongs to me. You and Dymere simply worry about getting Neya back safely. Go ahead of me while I ward off the Estate… We may need to secure some help from Kaevia yet again. Offer whatever we have in exchange for their cooperation, it is time we all come together once more under a unified banner.”

She watched as Vel’adir stood from his seat, nodded, and simply went about his way. He paused at the door only by hearing her voice call to him. “And Vel’adir… work with him. He IS our brother. We need our whole family together on this.” In that moment, Vel’adir did not care that he had been left out of this knowledge of the spell-breaker. In that moment, he accepted him as his blood and would continue to do so from then on.

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