The two figures hurried on in as much silence as they could muster.
Faye's breath was becoming labored. Their trek through the forest had been long and fast. The conversation with the Lady had been unfairly interrupted by some minor thieves. Faye felt silly to be running from them like this, scattered from her friend by people she could hold back with her own strength let alone the powerful Guardian beside her. But it was not fear of their power that made the three flee from their meeting spot. It was fear of recognition. If those thieves had overheard any part of their conversation, it could cause trouble which would not be loved by any.
Faye stopped suddenly and tucked her skirts below her legs, sliding down onto a nearby tree root. The hems of her blue and black skirts were dusted with the sparkling white. It was caked loosely onto her ankle boots, soaking into her skin. The warm cloak around her shoulders saved her from the worst of the chill, but the biting cold numbed her cheeks and deepened their ruddy hew. The cold seemed to make her blue eyes more brilliant against the dull colors of the world.
Those eyes turned in slight anger to Keovari Seriph.

--

Keovari's mind was absent from his movements. Mechanically following his duty. He loved Faye, and even lacking that he would follow his duty. But he had other duties to care for and other feelings to feed. He missed the Lady. To have that time taken away so fast was shocking. He owed her, too.
He hoped she would meet them here. He hoped he had not made a mistake.
Keovari sighed. Beneath his silky white hair, icy eyes, distant and cold as the world around him, melted at the thought of the fiery Lady. The blue slowly seemed to dominate the white of his coloring, making his appearance less harsh.
When he felt calmer, he crouched beside Faye and smiled lightly.
"Do not presume anger with me, Ward. You would know I could not focus properly today. I apologized for missing their approach already," He turned to look directly into her eyes and gave the subtle smile of reassurance she needed.

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Faye nodded and leaned against Keovari's arm, relaxing her body momentarily and letting her eyes close.
"I was so happy to see her. I was not careful enough myself." Her pause was ticker, pulsing with meaning.
She felt Keovari shift, his arm around her shoulders, but she left her eyes closed. Trying to calm her heart from the joy of her dear friend's appearance. His touch communicated everything; his own joy at the Lady's coming.
Faye smiled and crossed her gloved hands her lap elegantly.
Inside, she was in turmoil.

--

They rested, but Keovari's mind was running faster then ever. He wondered what he could do for Faye. Alyria was too present. He wondered what he could do for Lady Mystical, fearing Mirim's words as he knew he should not. Mystical is strong.
But he worried for the dear Lady.
He imagined her as he had seen her all that time ago. Pure, true. His mind raced.

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The pair waited silently, not sharing their secrets allowed. They communicated their feelings as best they could be their connection and touch.