Bound by Honor

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Evel's talking gave him something to focus on and while Anrar could easily see past her ruse to how uncertain and scared she was, he didn't comment on it, just as she'd not brought up his own state of nerves. They would put on a brave face for each other while all the time staying near each other, providing comfort and support if it was needed. It was a wordlessly spoken system and as they crested the next hill, a new forest beyond, Anrar halted Firekicker, looking down at the scene below.

Right at the cusp of the treeline, a camp of about thirty Elementals had been set up. Not a true camp - not the hundreds upon hundreds of Elementals Isis and Irin had promised so this could not be the Rebel Camp - but it did appear to have been here for some number of days, maybe even a few weeks.

It was clearly a welcoming committee of some kind and the ice elementals smiled at Anrar before they urged their horses forward, giving a whistle that signaled they were friend and not foe. The Elementals below had looked up and now they were all stilling their activities, waiting, watching and the fire elemental felt the overwhelming desire to flee come over him in that moment.

So he did the opposite, squaring his shoulders and taking a breath before he looked to Evel and offered her a ghost of a smile before urging his horse forward, down the incline. It was time to meet his people, whether he was truly ready to or not.

His head already hurt.
 
Evel's guard had gone up twenty notches as they reached the new camp. She had never been good around new people. She longed to just reach for her bow and hold it, just in case. However she restrained herself and held herself like a soldier would. Her eyes flew from one thing to another, almost feeling like she could hear everything. It was a bit much.

It was almost like going into the pit of a lion's den. Who knew something so simple could feel so dangerous? Evel smiled slightly at Anrar and kept her head held high, not letting any form of weakness or unhappy emotion get through. She was Evel Lonwood, a knight of the sun, and she would act like it. Even if the title no longer was hers, she still held the air as if she hadn't just been banished from her land and forced into a life beyond what she had been used to.

As she followed Anrar, she kept an eye on him before finally asking. "Have you been taking the root the faeries gave you? You look like you're in pain." She had stocked up on the root when she could, knowing that Anrar would start having headaches again at some point. She was ready to grab the remedy, reaching for her pocket to pull out the small root.
 
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