"Miss Aurora," Owen quietly spoke, while helping along with Edward tie up the horses to a nearby by fenced area on your property, quickly glanced back at Sypha and the others,"who are...who are those people?"

You heard the uncertainty in his voice. Give him a light pat on the head, tie up the horses.

"They seem to traveling companions of my surată, my sister," you answer making air quotes, giving him a gentle smile. "they mean no harm. I promise you."

Again Owen quickly shifted his eyes back to the trio, more so at Alucard and Trevor than Sypha. Joan, Isabella, and Louis remained back, the two oldest sat quietly on their stools 'inspecting' their instrument, keeping their eyes fixed on what they held. While Isabella showed them her...'skills' with her bell. Even trying to Trevor to do it.

"They seem scary, we're not even suppose to have weapons," Owen quavered looking to Edward. Hoping he might say something.

He did just not what Owen wanted. "I like their weapons. A long sword and a bullwhip." He named with fascination. "Your sister doesn't have one. Why?"

You give the knot on tug before answering. "Well she was my surată, she has a different kind of weapon."

He turned to you. "Really? What kind?"

"Elemental. There, that should do it. I'll make sure to bring them some extra blankets," you brush a soft hand on the coat. With pat.

Walk back to Sypha and the others.

Isabella now moved onto Alucard with her bell. The dypmair just stared stoically at her like stone.

Repeating. "Yes, you play the bell very well."

It didn't stop her, she kept going. Up and down. Up and down. He was tempted to cover his ears, Trevor couldn't help but to snicker.

"Seems you made a little friend." He teased."why don't you sing with her?"

Alucard's eye cut him a look.

"He wouldn't be able to," Joan spoke, lifting her eyes to Isabella, "she doesn't talk."

The trio look at her. "She doesn't?" Sypha said surprised. Looked back at the little girl now trying get either man to take the bell with no luck.

Trevor tried shooing her away a little. Alucard took tentative steps back. Joan couldn't help but laugh a little inside. Louis narrowed his eyes at the men, specifically what fastened around their waist. Made him shot up from his stool alarmingly, Joan nearly dropped her instrument.

"I-I-Isabella! C-Come... here!" He shouted stuttering. Cheeks dusting red.

Isabella stopped and turned around to him. The others turn his way too, despite Louis's best effort to hide it his face betrayed him. Fear covered it completely.

Joan looked at him perplexed, "Louis, what is it?"

"Weapons!" He pointed an accusing finger, "they have weapons!"

Joan arched a brow. "What?" She looked at the trio and saw the hilt of Alucard's sword. Frightfully stood from her stool stepped back.

"Great, you've gone and scared them," Trevor jabbed at alucard. "There goes our stay."

"You have a weapon too," Alucard rebuffed. "More than me."

Hearing that Louis rushed over and snatched Isabella back with him and Joan. Watchfully keeping an eye on them. It left the others lost and confused.

"Are you afraid of them," sypha asked. Unsure.

Before either child could say something you speak.

"In manner of speaking," you walk over, looking at each adult, briefly with Sypha. Turn your attention to the children. Edward stood closest to you, you felt him tremble and his grip tighten on your skirt. You lay a calming and gentle touch on him. It did little effect, his eyes fearfully continuedly stared at Trevor and Alucard's weapons.

Small whimpers slipped from him that you heard. He buried his face into your skirt, Joan went over to him to offer comfort. Luis boldly stood before them and spoke. Projecting his voice in a sort of assertive tone.

"Weapons are not allowed!" He puffed out his chest, keeping Isabella close who was trying to wiggle out, even tried to ring her bell. But he took it from her. "You shouldn't have them, you're presence is making everyone unnerved. We don't tolerate violence or condemn it! There's been-"

You cover his mouth quickly. "Thank you, Louis. That is enough." you say sternly. He muffled his disagreement, stopping from the hushing look you gave. "Please, forgive him," you apologize to the group, taking your hand back. "he is just being protective. Children, why don't you help around here a bit. The garden needs tending and eggs collected. Wood chopped, food set aside for the horses and instruments put away. Alright? While I attend to the guest."

Louis was about to protest but held his tongue. That didn't stop him from shooting the two men hard glares, Joan led him and the other children away, Isabella rang her bell a few more times before going to the side of the house to garden.

You watch them for a bit before heading in, taking the others with you. Sypha was right at your heel.

"Well, this wasn't what I expecting at all," Trevor said a bit surprised at the interior of the place. It was rather...homey and spacious, but not too spacious. Well put together, a decent size couch. With actual cushions, that looked handmade, was comfy too the second he sat down. A couple of books stacked in the corner, surprisingly a piano sat in the far corner of the room closest to the 'kitchen'. By the table that had five chairs around, telling him others lived here or something.

A simple fireplace, cabinets like any other place. Decorative décor of handmade doilies laid about, a plate of some sort of sweet treat sat on the counter. Behind him had to be where the room or rooms where down the hall. He couldn't tell how many really, the hall was rather dark and the doors or door was closed. He did notice a locked chest up against the way by the hall with a strange symbol engraved on it in a language he didn't...really know. There where a few other things he noticed a bit different about this place, that kept his eyes wondering, until they came back to the front finding your golden-yellow ones meeting his holding before him a cup of something to drink.

Nearly startled him. "Milk and honey?" you ask holding the cup.

"Umm...well...do you have anything...harder," he said not trying to offend you. "I prefer that than sweets."

You understood what he meant and took the drink back. "I believe so, give me a moment." Leaving you go and find some wine, pour him a cup, come back and present it to him. "Will this do?"

It didn't, this wasn't the drink he meant, he would have objected if not for hard grunt from Sypha. "Actually, you know, I'm good." He held up a hand refusing.

"Alright," you take the drink back, pour it back into the bottle and put it away. Stop for a moment feeling Sypha's eyes on you, itching to say something...out of her view the smile you had fell for a moment.

Tempted to rub your jaw from the strain, resist and push the smile back on, turn around to the others. Still, feeling Sypha's eyes on you. With this sort of magnetic pull for you to meet hers' but you do your best to jump to each of them. "Again, I apologize for Louis and his behavior. He doesn't dislike anyone of you, he's a good boy."

"I'm sure he is," Trevor muttered, stretching out on the couch. "so, what's the deal with our weapons?"

Your eyes loos their luster for a moment from his question. A pain slowly simmered but you kept it from breaking your voice and mold. "Yes, the weapons, well, we they are not allowed here. Not just in my house but also the village. It brings violence and pain, many people have experienced such since what has been occurring lately. Weapons remind them of the horrible scars they've had to endure and live through. Not just by the monsters but others, people themselves. So I proposed a law that weapons not be seen or held. I'm rather surprise no one else told you this."

"It seems the town people missed such an important information," Alucard said, sitting down in one of the chairs at the table with the drink you offered. Admiring the doily on the table, picked it up the corners gently. "this quite good craftsmanship. Exquisite really and an interesting design. A kikyo flower? Hmm, what a peculiar choice."

"Just a hobby," you quickly say, pushing your smile. "but thank you. I hope you two don't mind leaving your weapons outside for the time being, during your stay. I would feel much safer and the children would be more at ease."

Trevor and Alucard look at you with uncertain objection. Trevor laid it thicker than Alucard. "No." He said.

"Trevor," Sypha hissed a bit, "this is her house, we are guest here. If you have to keep your weapons away, then you can do it for the time. Don't be rude. Sorry." She tells you. "He'll be perfectly fine with leaving them out."

"Though I am against it," Alucard objected, laying a hand on his hilt, "I will respect your domain and the rules that come with. It is the least I can do as you are offering us such hospitality in allowing us lodging."

He spoke so dashing and respectful, you were taken back for a moment. Couldn't help the small soft laugh slip out, which you quickly caught covering your mouth a bit. Which left Alucard a bit at lost.

"Excuse me, but was it something I said that amused you," he arched a brow, trying to figure it out.

Another soft laugh slipped out, you barely caught it. "N-No, there was nothing,forgive me, thank you for abiding. My home isn't grand but it should be enough for your time. I have enough blankets for each of you an-"

"So, how does the town protect itself?" Trevor asked interrupting, the other two give a sort of annoyed look. "What? It's just a question."

You took no ill towards it and gladly answered. "It's alright, I understand, the town is protected I assure you. There is no need to worry." Trevor was about to ask something, but you answered his question. "even from the creatures that lurk in the dark. One could say the God has blessed this spot. God looks after his children and protects them from harm."

What you said surprised Sypha. "God? Since when did you start believing in God? You're a speaker, we don't do that."

Before you could answer, Isabella came running over to you, her long brown hair like drapes covered her eyes that she couldn't really see where she was running and almost tripped if not for Sypha who caught her, setting her straight. Once she was set in the right direction ran to you, started tugging on your skirt waving her bell wildly. Pointing outside, pushing her hair out her face.

Unable to understand her that much, kneel down scoop some of her hair back to see her eyes shake your head a bit. "Oh, Isabella, your hair is everywhere," you sigh standing back up, scoop her up set her in the chair across from Alucard. Excuse yourself for a moment go into one of the rooms, Trevor tried to get a glance but you were so quick he wasn't able.

Holding a red ribbon go back over to the girl, using your fingers comb her hair back soothingly. She sat so still, enjoying the feeling. Smiling from ear to ear, her cheeks glowing a bit. Especially when you hummed. Collecting all her hair, pull it back separating it three parts began braiding it, stop when Isabella shook her head. Raising a small hand, the others watch amazed, make gestures that you read and understood.

Chuckle to yourself. "Alright."

Discarding the braid, simply style her hair into a ponytail similar to yours, use the ribbon to tie it all together. "There," you finish adding a bow style into the ribbon, squeeze her shoulders tenderly. Hold up your hand and sign back. Whatever you signed, made her giddier than before, she jumped out the seat and hugged you.

Fingers to her lips move the forward to you. Thanking you.

Your reply with a similar just your fingers on your chin, move them forward. "You're welcome." She held up another sign that set a gentle smile on your lips, the others weren't sure what was going on, clearly it was some sort of language. With hands.

With her hair done, Isabella ran back with the others waving her bell. You follow, still smiling, shut the door. "That girl and her hair," you quietly laugh to yourself. Turn around to the others, their eyes on you. Especially Sypha's. "Now, then shall we discuss sleeping arrangements?"