Welcome to Gaia! ::

Lore shrugged, "Who knows, I don't know how much people would assume about people and children from Gaia."

And he wasn't sure if Aranhil had met any other children from Gaia. He peered down at Silvrendir with a chuckle, so he was ticklish.

"I know Silver, but it was far too tempting not to."

Lore chuckled as he nuzzled Silvrendir's nose, "Not ticklish there, you're going to have to try again little one."

He laughed softly as he peered up at the building, it reminded him sort of those houses he saw pictures of. In that one western country where flower gardens were common and ivy looked nogastic.

"It looks like it could have come from the country," he murmured as he stepped in.

Elnara followed Lore inside and looked around. "Quiet," she commented, setting Idhril on the floor. "I don't know that I've ever seen it this quiet ..."

From Lore's arms, Silvrendir pointed to the bell on the counter.

"Depending on the time of year," Elnara replied, looking at the pictures on the walls, searching for something she might recognize. There were pictures of the old city, and of the old inn, and ... she smiled. In one corner, there was a picture of her mother with her grandparents, when Serenity had been a child. It looked, though, as if this was a picture from before her blindness: she was very young, and smiling brightly at the painter.

She turned her attention back to Lore. "And I'm ashamed to say that I don't know what time of year it is," she laughed. "After all, the desert really doesn't give much variation."

She looked around again. "Perhaps we should ring the bell," she suggested nervously. "Once upon a time, I would have gone looking for someone ... I don't feel comfortable enough any more ..."

Idhril, curious as ever, wandered around the end of the counter to see what was behind it.

A young woman appeared from the swinging doors. She was typically Southlandish - long, black hair, brown eyes, dusky skin - but her face, rather than thin and angular, was almost pixie-ish.

"Welcome to the Autumnglow Inn," she smiled kindly at the two. "Would you like a meal or a room?"

Lore chuckled as he motioned for Idhril to come join him. He wondered of the woman even realized the little girl had been there, probably not he decided, that would have given the poor woman quite a scare.

Elnara laughed. "Ah, poor Starr," she murmured; and suddenly she realized how confusing that must have sounded to the others, and she laughed again.

"That woman," she giggled, "her name is Starr. She's worked for my grandparents since my mother was a child. I really think she didn't recognize me, and for certain she didn't know what to make of Idhril." She laughed again.