Anora had just been headed back from Runa’s place when she noticed a familiar figure on the streets of Argent. She lifted the dark mourning veil she wore from her face to get a better look, big brown eyes gazing at the figure with a mixture of familiarity, shock, and confusion. She tilted her head to the side, blinking absently, processing information as the cogs turned in her head. A shock of white hair, a gentle face, clever eyes, sharply but humbly dressed (as always)…

“Nero…?”

And then her eyes opened wide in realization. “Nero!” she exclaimed, absolutely beaming as she ran forward and wrapped him in a big hug, nearly tackling him.

“Moros! I had no idea you were in town!” She spoke, taking one of his hands in both of hers. Anora had smiled a lot since coming to Pont-Ciel. She smiled in her classes, and in her apartment, and at people walking down the street. She smiled a lot when she was with Runa. But nothing quite compared to the joy radiating off the girl as she gazed upon the man she knew as her brother.

“How long have you been here? How are you doing? Bianca didn’t tell me you were here!” She spoke with a smile as wide as the sun, nearly babbling in all her excitement and joy.

Nero's attention immediately moved from the merchant as he heard a very familiar voice. He turned to see Anora running towards him. Smiling at her just the same, Nero would hug her in return before she grabbed his hands, a powerful joy filling his heart whenever she was around. She was practically a sister as they were raised in the same household, and Nero endeavored to care for her and protect her just like his own blood sisters. He would be the first to admit that he would not be amongst the living if her family never took him and his sisters in.

"Lady Anora! It is the greatest pleasure to see you safe and well!" He'd say, "I have not been in Pont-Ciel long. I've been here on important business, and it's been occupying my every waking minute since I've been here... I see you ran into Bianca though, she's been having a lot of fun, I hear."

He grimaced, thinking about the merchant stall he had just had to make amends for. Still, if he had to demean himself to bridge peace between Avarell and the rest of Sestyra, he would do so without question.

Nero's attention was pulled away by a strange creature in a cloak... and mustache? that did not appear to belong to it. He would lead Anora towards it, crouching down low.

"I can't say I've ever seen a creature like this before. Does he belong to you, Miss? Is he some manner of strange canine?" Nero would ask Forsythia. "I wonder if he's hungry..."

Anora’s joy to see Nero was unwavering, but her beaming daze was interrupted by Nero addressing Forsythia and Sneeze, leading Anora to relinquish her dear friend’s hand and look towards the creature in question. She blinked, her mind pondering the creature and where she had seen it before…

“Oh!” Anora said suddenly, recalling. “This thing nearly tripped me a few days ago!” She said, pointing an accusatory finger towards Sneeze. As if realizing she had to provide context, she continued. “I saw it scurrying around during a recent tragedy, and I nearly stepped on the poor thing.” (See: Greater Pleasures.)

As if processing her own words, she would kneel down before Sneeze where he grasped the end of Forsythia’s staff.

“You’re an adorable little omen of destruction, aren’t you?” She cooed like she would a puppy, smiling.