Gray

The portal dropped them off at the end of a long driveway leading up to an unnecessarily large mansion with a
large detached garage off to one side. A tall, pale blond ice prince of a male was waiting for them by the mailbox.

"Miss Finch," Alastair said with a slight inclination of his head. "Welcome to Echo Bay."

"Al's gotta adjust the wards to let you in," Raiden explained.

"It shouldn't take more than a moment," Alastair assured her. Sure, Jane had proven slightly complicated, but Jane was a god. Arden was just a garden variety human, right? "If I may?" he asked, and extended his hand in an invitation for Arden to grasp it.

"Hey, why is my car parked outside?" Raiden wanted to know.

(For that totally-not-a-sylph. NFB due to distance.)

Gray had woken up that morning in his dorm room, stretched, and reached out mentally for the orange thread of his connection to Raiden to see if he was up yet and willing to make him waffles, only to find a second thread, a second brother nearby...and this thread was so dark a grey it was nearly black.

He had then gone tearing out of the dorm without so much as bothering to put on shoes, and a few minutes later he barged into Raiden's apartment to find him working away in the kitchen, chattering as he attempted to update their visitor on the last several centuries of family events, and--

"Kallias!"