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Of course he felt her use a rune, he was more in tune with her than usual as was standard when she was indeed pregnant. Though he let it go this time, seeing as she did rein herself in the use of said things. Wasn't too sure if he liked her more or less leaping at...who was that? She knew him...or at least seemed to. And yet he was feeling that streak of possessiveness for her that didn't often, if ever, occur in him.

A slight surprised blink at the puff of wind on his face that made him close his eyes as his hood fell back and a moment later, he was catching himself a very enthusiastic Zahara, shuffling his feet a moment to keep his balance. A laugh from him as well as a pleased grin. "Sneak? I'm no sneak. But you are a very hard woman to track down, I'll tell you that." Returning her hug with a squeeze of his own, he braced his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away some, giving her an up and down look. "You haven't changed a bit, have you?"

She was flirting with him…or at least it looked like she was flirting. If she wasn’t flirting she was at least flattered because she was touching at her hair. Always did that when she was being flattered. Hm, didn’t think he liked this guy. Firstly he wandered onto his property in aloof fashion and anyone who knew Sevilin knew that he valued his privacy and the location of his home and such, very highly. Secondly, that was his wife.

“You never let anyone know where you are, how can I send you a note? Least I send my horse of course, but he’s resting right now. Had himself a leg injury and is recouping.” Thus the walking here as well. “So I had to come track you down and you Zahara Val’Ril, are a hard woman to get a hold of.” Chuckling and shaking his head as she fixed herself up and what not. “Aw you can’t take a compliment? Well how else am I supposed to get in good with you other than make you feel pretty and the like that all women love to be?” Tucking his thumbs in his pockets he shrugged aloofly. “Just wanted a visit and to see if you had anything to help heal that leg any better. I mean I’d use more advanced things we have in Vesendar, but I don’t know if that’s safe for nightmares…and you know if he licks or anything, well I’d rather not risk it.

"As I said, he's hurt otherwise I would have." Not faultering at her frown though because he knew what it was about and that he wasn't the direct cause of such things thus he wouldn't suffer her wrath on things. "Aw, I don't think flattery will get me too far as you so say. But I can be charming and what not." Escorting her in gentlemanly fashion to the barn then and letting her go through things...though he was keeping a wary eye on Faete. Did not want to get bitten, he knew that much. "Oh they're good...no one's killing anyone and everyone is just fine. Personally my things are all well and good...well, they're kinda stagnant now that I'm out a horse till he heals up."

And disappearing into the barn...part of him told him to walk down the porch and poke his head in there...but the other part reminded him of the little toddling elf inside who couldn't be left alone. Giving a noise of displeasure he turned on his bootheel and headed back into the house to his sons. Time to ponder the situation...he certinaly didn't know that elf.

He watched over her shoulder but made sure not to crowd her as she did her thing that she did best. Or rather the two things she did best and combined them into one; health and horse care. Taking the item, he stowed it in a belt pouch at his side. "Oh you are, are you? Well in that case, I don't think I've seen a lovelier elf in quite some time. As a bachelor I'm allowed to say such things too without fearing things." Chuckling again and hitching his hands in his pockets once more as he gave a nod. "If I won't be imposing, a bite and such does sound nice. Besides we're not done with business yet, still have to pay you." Gesturing for her to lead onward then.

Third reason. He was in his house and he still didn't know who this was...despite the fact that his wife, and apparently he son did. Sevilin was sitting at his desk in his training room in the corner, listening to things through the runics he had set up in the house.

A concerned look crossed his face a moment but he did what was asked of him before he let her take his arm, and played support for her as she headed inside with him. He at least kicked the dirt off his boots before he headed into the kitchen with her and took a seat at her urging, nodding with a grin that turned to the young elf that then made an appearance. "Thank you. And Zykariel is it...I haven't seen you in quite a while. Look how big you've gotten. Causing just as much trouble too I suppose." Seeing as he just got popped for manners. "Oh the usual...harrassing your mother and having horse business."

A grin and a little wave at the little elf as he looked down at him. "Hello Kelligrin, its very nice to meet you." Rolling his eyes somewhat and turning his attention back to Zykariel. "Well of course I've heard your name. I used to race to you know, I may nto anymore but I like to keep up with it. Not much time to go see them in person though." Chuckling, "All the young ones in Vesendar have the unbeatable Zykariel on their minds." Shaking his head lightly, "Um...well she said a drink but she appears to be making food. I suppose I am if she says so."

"Yes I do love your cooking, the few times that I have had it, it's always sat in my stomach quite nicely and made me want more." Ever the happy go lucky elf. Taking the glass of milk he sipped at it some, quite amused how Zahara was predicting the actions of her children. "Yeah, but it was different then. The horses weren't treated as well and I didn't want to be a part of that, even if I did treat my own well. But you are unbeatable to them...they just say you're having an off day when you don't come in first. And three out of four, sounds like you're on a winning streak. Don't get too cocky now or you'll jinx yourself.

His attention turned to the door and he got up, walking over and opening the door for his youngest, watching the child toddle in before he shut the door once more and picked up the toddler, returning to his seat and setting the child on his lap, taking one cookie with a ruffle of his hair. "Cookies hm?" Breaking his in half and handing half back to his son.