Taking a deep breath, Dáinn signed for his mother to stay close as they made their way towards the building that they were searching for in the port city. The demi-human did hope that the lady he met beforehand was around somewhere, he didn’t know if she was here or not, but he had to confirm if the rumours of the fiery woman made the guild, and if he could join to protect himself and mostly his mother from those people who would hunt demi-humans down.

“Dáinn, I’m sure that lovely lady is here, if not well, I'm sure we are allowed to wait for her return.” Dáinn looked at the smaller lady. “We’ll be fine, as long as we stick together, sweetie.” Smiling softly at the little lady that he held so dear to himself, Dáinn let out a sigh turning back to the door of the building, opening the entrance, both of them stepped inside, as Dáinn quietly muttered to his mother in a soft voice, so only she could hear him; “I know Mútta. I know.”

Tugging the hood of his mother’s cardigan back over her head more, this was more for his own sanity than his mother’s, Dáinn didn’t know how the people in this building would react to them. Keeping the collar of his jumper under the teal shirt around his mouth, to hide his markings, his sleeves long enough to just hide the scales that appear on his arms. Nudging his mother, as he gestured for her to ask once he closed the door of the large building, he still couldn’t speak willingly at the moment, he wasn't familiar with anyone here, and he had only met the kitsune named LeeAnn once so, he still wasn’t one hundred percent willing to speak aloud even in front of the fellow demi-human. “Excuse our intrusion, we are here to see the person who runs this guild?”

Both were not expecting the appearance of a child, upon their arrival who seemed to have a cat tagging along with her, glancing warily at his mother, as the little lady let out a soft chuckle, before waving at the small child who had stopped to look at them. “Hello sweetheart, can you point us to the person who runs here?” As soon as the words had left his mother’s mouth once again, grey-hazel eyes fell upon the woman that had paused her mission of cleaning the tables, to confront their arrival. Dáinn smiled behind the collar of his jumper, he recognised this fiery lady, and nudged his mother’s arm softly and gestured to the lady.

“This is the lady I met, Mútta.” Lowering his collar, Dáinn showed the other demi-human his smile. “LeeAnn, this is my Mútta.” He gestured to the other demi-human beside him, before going on to explaining their reason for being at the guild. His mother on the other hand had other plans and soon spoke up as well before he could himself, lowering her hood. “Thank you for the offer, a cup of tea might be nice.” Only to make her way to sit down quietly straight after.

Dáinn just huffed at his mother’s little quirky ways, shaking his head. “Mútta…” Turning to LeeAnn he smiled awkwardly. “I’m sorry about her… We are actually here about both of those points. Oh!” Holding out the plastic bag he was holding to LeeAnn. “We made them, they are something that we used to make together when I was younger. It’s a traditional snack from the Ophídion clan.” Glancing around he soon took a silent breath before continuing with his explanation. “I wanted to join your guild, so I can keep Mútta safe, but I didn’t want to take you for granted.” Glancing at his mother softly before turning back to LeeAnn. “She didn’t raise me to be like that. So if you need help with anything at all, I will help, in return for a room and safety for my Mútta, Andromeda.”

Dáinn glanced nervously at the woman before sighing, he may as well give up now as he was no match for his mother and the young demi human doubted he would be a match for the fiery lady if added to the equation. “I guess… Do you have rose black tea?” Setting the bag down on the side, he watched as the lady began making their tea, nervously glancing back to his mother just to make sure she was still sitting and hadn’t wandered off to explore the building, since she had a tendency to wander around any new place that she visits. Dáinn couldn’t really blame her considering how their life was up until they escaped from that village.

“That’s a really nice thing to do. Hunters are scary.” The young spellhowler stood there and stared at the plastic bag, tuning out as his thoughts dripped slowly into what happened through his childhood, in the village he grew up in and how they both were treated. Snapping his attention back to LeeAnn when he heard her speak up again. “Oh… I guess, if that happened I would prefer them to be close by?” Signing to the lady about the rooms, before pulling the box out of the plastic bag and opening the lid. “Helping out has never been an issue. I do not like doing things for free… I don't know how to do that. I have always had to do some type of work to receive things.” Dáinn in one way figured that this wasn't going to be free, nothing was free after all, unless you were super rich and protected by powerful people. What the young teen didn’t realise is that the way he had worded his sentence could imply many different things. “Nothing is free in this world, I learned this the hard way. Something always has to be given, or something is always taken. Whatever help you need, I will help in any way I can Lee.” A bitter plastered itself across Dáinn’s lips under his collar, before he rested his hands on the side, holding off on signing any more sentences to the lady.

Seeing the sudden interest in the snacks that his mother had made as an offering, along with a little of his help, Dáinn nodded, sliding the box over after removing the lid. Sitting in the box was some rusk bread with chopped or grated tomatoes and feta cheese on top, plus a few had a small olive on top as a decoration. “There is a bit of black pepper, oregano and some olive oil on them so be careful when eating.” Softly smiling Dáinn continued to say, “They are called Dakos or Koukouvayia. It’s a traditional dish in Seven, where Mútta is from.” Humming softly at the hint of a request, before giving a single nod. “If you want help fixing the place up I can try my best to help, and I can gladly see if Mútta would teach you to make Dakos, they are quite easy to make.”

Dáinn nodded as she pulled the tea out and began making the beverage for himself and his mother, and although he did not show it, Dáinn instantly perked up at the mention of a room that was similar to an apartment like space, his hazel-purple eyes shimmering slightly at the thought of being able to stay with his mother in a room that was like having their own little home, without worrying about others barging inside or dealing with people like his father. It was perfect, and Dáinn instantly would take the offer of this area of the guild hall with a firm nod. “Thank you, Lee.” It was quiet and raspy, there was no signing and Dáinn just stared at his hands resting on the table. A quiet cough came from the teen, as he rubbed his throat, it had been a while since he last used his voice, for some reason he also had not been vocal around his mother much either which was a strange outcome, since he always was vocal around her.

A silent chuckle left Dáinn when the fiery lady mentioned about her daughter being a handful, he figured that was the young girl they had seen earlier when they arrived, and if so then even though he was not much of a people person due to his self developed ways, Dáinn still would love to try and at least befriend the child and play with her sometimes. It was just one thing on the list he is writing in his head on how he can repay LeeAnn and the guild, for helping him in his goal of keeping his mother safe and away from any demi-human hunters that may be lurking in Fiore, or even outside Fiore at that. “Hikari… That’s a nice name.” Back to signing he went, even just the small thank you had already hurt his vocal cords, and honestly he was now dreading hearing whatever the women had to say about his voice. That was always the number one reason he never spoke, the second being because of things that happened during his childhood.

Dáinn tilted his head, before his smiling slightly fell at the question that LeeAnn had asked. His past was something he tried not to dwell on, and it wasn't for his own sake, it was more for Andromeda’s sake than anything. “Well… Where to start…” Scratching his head slightly, Dáinn thought for a little on where he would even begin, yes he could straight up say; I had to escape with mother from Iceberg so father would not kill us, because we refused to cooperate and were only slaves to him? He couldn't because even that seemed a little to, direct for even him. “Iceberg… Is where I was born, but I never felt like I belonged in that place… I guess that is a good thing to start with?” Dáinn furrowed his brows at what he had said, before shaking his head and signing once more to the lady before him. “I’m sorry, I am not very good with this…” Glancing at his mother, Dáinn bitterly smiled, when he noticed that she was just staring off at one of the walls. It was no good, he couldn’t relay why they had ended up here without bringing up bad times for his mother that happened even before he was born. “I apologise. I can’t really say. I fear upsetting Mútta if I do.” He glanced at LeeAnn before lowering his gaze once more to the surface in front of him, his back to the both of them as his mother continued to stare at the wall on the table behind him.

A small smile laced his lips as he listened to what Lee had to say, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell the lady his story, it was more he could find the words to describe how to relay the story of how his mother and he himself ended up all the way in Fiore after being in Iceberg, better yet on the run from Skaal. Shaking his head at her words, Dáinn opened his mouth, before closing it again, raising his hands to sign what he was not actually going to say, but something that would nonetheless satisfy his soon to be guild master. “Maybe I will tell the tale of myself in the future…” Going back to sipping the tea that Lee had made him, he smiled, before signing again, “For now, I’ll enjoy the nice tea. Thank you.”

It was a little more of silence settling over the hall, before LeeAnn once again spoke up, this time it was to do with the actual process of being a member of the guild that being about himself or his mother at that. A single firm nod, the reptilian soon began scribbling on a page in his notepad. After writing all the info the lady needed, he soon lowered his mask. Dáinn has never really lowered his mask to anyone, the fear of being judged for his marks and scales that were hidden behind them too overpowering on his mental state.

Sliding the notepad over to the lady, Dáinn closed his mouth and gave her a genuine soft smile, a confident one as well. Written down was the colour he wanted, and where he wanted it. “Salmon pink, on my tongue?” Pointing to the area of his tongue, where a mark already sat, the reason for this location is because as much as he loves the clan that he was born into, this mark had caused nothing but disdain in his life, and having it covered with something he was more enthusiastic about seemed like the better option. “Please cover this mark, with the guilds?”

Dáinn just sat there and shook his head, when the lady spoke about her daughter having way too much energy than normal, but for him, the child seemed to have just the right amount of energy for a kid of her age. Doing as the fiery women asked, Dáinn stood still and allowed his tongue to slip from his mouth so she could stamp over his inherited mark of his clan with the mark of the guild he had chosen to be a part of for the safety of his mother and himself. Once it was all over, Dáinn blinked, before taking the mirror offered to him, and having a look for himself. Hazel snake-like eyes glimmered at the new brand so to say, that covered up his true identity, before he slipped his tongue back into his mouth and nodded at the women. Fingers on one hand instantly signing the gratitude he held for his new guild master and all the help she had given him. “Thank you Lee. I really appreciate this.”

Looking back to the mirror, Dáinn soon stuck his tongue out again admiring the almost blended guild mark that sat on the top of his tongue now. The mark proved that he was one of them, and a part of the guild, that he now had a home and in return so did his mother. It was almost a stress reliever that he did not have to worry so much about being found by the village he once lived in and that now he had more people to help him protect his mother, only if he just requested the help from them. Setting the mirror down, Dáinn soon stepped over to his mother, before placing a gentle hand on her shoulder with a soft smile on his lips. “Mútta… Shall we take you to the room, so you can get some sleep. We’re safe here, you no longer have to worry anymore.” Turning to LeeAnn, Dáinn slightly bowed to the lady, before taking his mothers hand, as the lady softly spoke up for the both of them. “If you don't mind, we’d like to see the rooms, you don't have to personally show us, you can just point us in the direction and I'm sure we will find them as we also look around the guild hall itself.”

After being told the direction on where they have to go Dáinn and his mother would soon make their way to look around the guild hall, and eventually go for some much needed rest in their new rooms.