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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.
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.