As they moved, Keovari's face grew more and more grim. He felt Faye's cold distance whenever he tried to touch her mind. It was disconcerting. He was always welcomed warmly in the confines of her mind. On his other side, the Lady was losing the battle with the cold. She was not made for cold like he expected them to be feeling. Where Faye's blocking him added fear, it was the Lady's guard being down that caused deep worry. He pulled him both closer gently, worried. Fearful.
"I am sorry for putting you two in this position," He said in a low tone, "I have made a terrible mistake. However, I will be sure you too are safe and warm as soon as possible."
The Guardian was moving faster, half carrying both women, as he tried to return them to safety. Half blind and deaf by his worry, he did not hear the calls immediately. The noise was in the background, unimportant. Do not bother your attention to something apart from protecting them. Just go.
Faye Stopped. She faintly felt Keovari pulling gently, begging her to move. But something was floating past the blankness. A voice. Her name.
She opened her mouth slowly. "Hello?" she said softly, staring straight ahead. Her mind fought against the sludge it was resting in. What was it. Why was it familiar. Her name. No. The voice was familiar.
She glanced to the right. That was where she heard it. A yell. Her name.
Suddenly, Faye's mind had flung itself back on, the gears burst into life.
Her jaw dropped, her skirts rustled softly as she raised them, and she ran.
"Hello!?"
"Rosiel!?"
Keovari stood stunned for a moment, blankly confused.
"Faye!"
He turned to Mystical and shook his head.
"My apologies. I cannot leave you unattended in this weather, I must ask you to run with me, or let me carry you. Again, I apologize, but I must follow Faye." His eyes pleased forgiveness for what his mistakes were putting her through that night. He remembered her tightening grip as they had walked along, and it made his heart sink.
Faye moved on, pulling herself with what little normalcy of herself that had been brought back when she heard the man's call. He is looking for me out in this weather? She felt bad. How many would her problems cause pain to this night?
She moved faster in the direction she had heard his voice come from. The cold was ripping at her, but her blood was warm from the sudden movement. Her joints cracked from the sudden exercise, but she stayed strong.
Determined to find him she called his name again. She stopped, threw out sensors with what little magic she could reach, and without losing a breath turned in the direction that seemed most likely.
Some feet ahead of her she saw a form that seemed incredibly separate from the forest.
"Rosiel?" She called, the ice chilling down into her lungs. It stung and she coughed.
She moved on tentatively.
"Is it you?"
"I am sorry for putting you two in this position," He said in a low tone, "I have made a terrible mistake. However, I will be sure you too are safe and warm as soon as possible."
The Guardian was moving faster, half carrying both women, as he tried to return them to safety. Half blind and deaf by his worry, he did not hear the calls immediately. The noise was in the background, unimportant. Do not bother your attention to something apart from protecting them. Just go.
Faye Stopped. She faintly felt Keovari pulling gently, begging her to move. But something was floating past the blankness. A voice. Her name.
She opened her mouth slowly. "Hello?" she said softly, staring straight ahead. Her mind fought against the sludge it was resting in. What was it. Why was it familiar. Her name. No. The voice was familiar.
She glanced to the right. That was where she heard it. A yell. Her name.
Suddenly, Faye's mind had flung itself back on, the gears burst into life.
Her jaw dropped, her skirts rustled softly as she raised them, and she ran.
"Hello!?"
"Rosiel!?"
Keovari stood stunned for a moment, blankly confused.
"Faye!"
He turned to Mystical and shook his head.
"My apologies. I cannot leave you unattended in this weather, I must ask you to run with me, or let me carry you. Again, I apologize, but I must follow Faye." His eyes pleased forgiveness for what his mistakes were putting her through that night. He remembered her tightening grip as they had walked along, and it made his heart sink.
Faye moved on, pulling herself with what little normalcy of herself that had been brought back when she heard the man's call. He is looking for me out in this weather? She felt bad. How many would her problems cause pain to this night?
She moved faster in the direction she had heard his voice come from. The cold was ripping at her, but her blood was warm from the sudden movement. Her joints cracked from the sudden exercise, but she stayed strong.
Determined to find him she called his name again. She stopped, threw out sensors with what little magic she could reach, and without losing a breath turned in the direction that seemed most likely.
Some feet ahead of her she saw a form that seemed incredibly separate from the forest.
"Rosiel?" She called, the ice chilling down into her lungs. It stung and she coughed.
She moved on tentatively.
"Is it you?"
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