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The dryad was prompt, he was always prompt. He was also dependable and caring and deeply concerned for the well-being of his family, adopted or not. Narra had volunteered to go to Below despite being a little wary of being too far from family but he done it all the same because he wanted to make sure things would be okay for when his sisters traveled here. And he was sure they were going to travel here because they told him that they wanted to go to Below.

And because he was their older brother and was fiercely protective of them, he packed his things and filled out all the necessary forms before they could so that he would be there first. He wasn't fully adjusted to life in Below but they didn't have to know that.

Narra found her first. It was rather hard to miss the pile of clothes or the bright multi-colored wing-warmers. He wasn't exactly mobile himself but he was certainly in a better state to lug around suitcases filled with oodles of clothes and other necessities. He trudged through the snow towards the Fey, making no intention to mask his approach nor any attempt to announce his presence.

He could actually reach out to take the luggage by their handles and he did so. Somehow, he wasn't entirely surprised that he'd managed to walk a ways away from Renge without her realizing someone had already taken her things.

The Dryad coughed. Loudly.

Narra barely got the chance to think Oh dear- before he suddenly found himself with an armful of Fey. Luckily instinct and years of growing up with the expressive and sometimes overly dramatic Fey taught his body to adapt and the Dryad quickly managed to plant his feet firmly on the snow-covered ground.

When the Fey threw herself at him, Narra managed to keep upright. The ankle-deep snow around him also helped to anchor both Dryad and Fey. There was no spinning around however, not just because they lacked the momentum for the act but Narra was really not that sort. He preferred to have a little more dignity than that.

He lowered his sister down and said "You ought to be more aware of your surroundings, Renge."

His sister's presence was a distinct reminder to Narra how quiet his dorm in Leviathan was without his family. The familiars he brought with him helped to curb the loneliness but he missed listening to actual conversations. And participating in them he supposed.

"Asterion's a lot warmer than Leviathan," he said as a means of explanation before pulling out his thermos from the depths of his thick coat. He handed the container to his sister who reluctantly let go of him to take a drink of the wonderfully hot beverage. Once again he took hold of the suitcases, "Come on. Let's get you settled in your dorm room."

Narra concentrated more on getting all of Renge's luggage in rather than on his sister's topic of conversation. While he could appreciate beauty and color, he wasn't quite as excited about the other students in Asterion as the Fey. But that was Renge for you, and Narra wouldn't have her any other way.

"Can't say I'd ever felt that specific urge. Although I did meet a baphomet with interesting markings recently. She also happens to be studying here." He said as he set the luggage near the closet. He spoke casually, treated it as just an off-handed comment. He thought of Topaz as the first Nightmare he'd made friends with. That was it.

When he glanced up at Renge's face, he realized his sister wasn't going to take it that way.