Welcome to Gaia! ::

Arwen giggled and waved to Elberon. "We'll see you later!" she called cheerfully to him as she led the others back outside. She started off towards the training pen, putting one hand to her brow to block the bright sunlight.

"Yes, he's there!" she exclaimed, pointing. "Come on, let's go!"

Beren followed after her quickly.

Amdir turned from where he was working with the horse, and a wide grin split his face as he spotted his visitors.

"Hello," he said brightly. "What brings you all out here?"

Beren smiled and bowed his head at the man. "My name is Beren, I was rescued by the people here when I was a child ... I had no family when I returned home, so I wanted to come back here when I was old enough and join in the rescues."

"And get used to the insanity," Amdir laughed. "Welcome to Haven, Beren, and I hope your time here is everything you hoped it would be."

Beren smiled warmly. "Thank you very much," he murmured. "So far it's been ... well, more than I expected, to put it nicely." He laughed.

Amdir chuckled again. As quiet and reserved as he had been when he had first joined the ranch, he was so used to it now that it had rubbed off on him, and he knew that he could at times be just as silly as the rest of them. But in their line of business, they needed some sort of release.

"Well, I look forward to seeing you around, Beren," he grinned at the newcomer. "Don't let anyone scare you away, they're really all quite nice at heart."

Beren grinned. "Thank you, sir," he said, nodding his head politely. "I'm sure things will be just fine."

Arwen tugged on Beren's arm once more. "Come on, we're almost finished," she urged him. "This way!" And she started tugging him towards the field where the gardners were working.

When the four of them arrived at the field, Vanya was just stepping out from between two tall rows of corn. She had a bag over her shoulder, resting on her hip, that was full of the green-covered ears. Her skirt as usual had spots of dirt on it, but of course working in a field all day, that was just to be expected.

She spotted the three of them approaching and smiled, waving with one hand.

"Hello," she called out softly when they were near enough. "How are all of you today?"

"Ah," Vanya smiled, turning to look at the man, her eyes examining him closely. "The young dreamer ... have you found the answer to your dreams yet? Or is that the reason you've come?"

Beren flushed slightly, a little embarrassed. "No ... and no, I've just come to see if I can join the ranch and help to rescue the children ... I've no family left, and I want to help others the way that I was once helped."

"They're irrelevant," Beren shrugged the question off. "Nothing."

But Vanya didn't agree. "Don't be so hasty to dismiss premonitions or warnings," she murmured softly. "More often than not, they are important and have great meaning, even if you don't think so now."

Arwen nodded. "Ulani has lots of dreams like that," she agreed. "But Mama says she has a touch of Sight, so that's probably why ... maybe you do, too!"