[Nepleslia] The Vel Steyrs

OOC: This is going to be an intro post of both Fian and Melchoir.

Fian Vel Steyr rubbed his hands together, the air had become nippy and cold. It was his first time being at this side of Nepleslia. Here was very far north from Funky City where he grew up, the orderly paved streets led up to high class pish posh houses. As he walked he could see security personell giving him the eyeball, as though every person dressed in something that looked less than 500KS is a security threat. Fian compulsively dusted his brand new Star Army of Nepleslia uniform, 500KS or not, he was proud of the results of his three year stint at camp.

The young Vel Steyr ruffled through his pockets and took out his notebook. It was the third time his family moved house since he had left for boot camp. Although it was really a hassle that he had to look again everytime he came back to visit, but he didnt really mind. After all, it was a sign that his younger brother Karl had been managing the family business well, the houses were gradually getting larger and the neibourhoods were getting safer. This was important to the Vel Steyrs because there was a new arrival to the Vel Steyr name. Fian checked the address and lowered his notebook, and found the reason staring back at him.

She was standing there in the cold, a five year old with long golden hair. It was very normal for Vel Steyrs to look first and ask later. Usually Fian would squint his eyes and size someone up from head to toe, but Elsa was different because she looked into your eyes with her own blue ones. Fian could tell that she was bound for great things, while her siblings only looked at the outer shell of people, Elsa saw through the mirror of their souls.

They both looked at each other for a moment, both unfazed by the cold as though waiting for something to happen, like the next step in a ritual. Fian knew the routine and he walked right up to her, then he knelt down so they both came face to face. Taking this cue, Elsa climbed on his knees and sat between his shoulders. Turned into a carrage, Fian back up and looked at the figure comming towards them.