((Come on, folks. Don't run ahead and shove me out like that :/ .))
The strange Audrey girl emerged, looking prettier in Azora's white tunic than she was before. She seemed eager to leave, but it would be against Azora's job and morals to just let the girl wander about aimlessly. Azora had planned on taking her to the village down the Mud Path first and then into the city if help could not be found in the village.
"Don't thank me yet, hold on a moment," Azora mumbled as Audrey began to express her gratitude.
Before Audrey walked off, Azora breezed back into the cabin and came out a few minutes later, looking around expectantly. The smooth, pale face of the ambiguous Feathered scrunched in disdain and worry. Audrey was vulnerable in this world, and in this part there were many dangerous things to avoid. Azora gazed around the clearing, hoping that Audrey had gone to sit against a tree. But that was not the case. With an annoyed grunt, Azora turned and ran back into the cabin.
When Azora emerged, the black pants were the only part of the outfit remaining. The face of Azora had not changed; it was still golden-eyed, soft, and beautiful. But with the upper half of Azora's body revealed, it was clear that Azora was male. Although it may have been noticed, had anyone seen him, that his muscles seemed somewhat larger than previous, from his arms to his torso and back. Azora had tied his long white hair into a tight bun where it was less in the way. A sheated sword, long and broad, was strapped between his yellow wings.
He crouched, wings unfurled, and then beat his wings gently to get himself airborne. It was difficult to do without a running start, but there was no unobstructed place to run. The only way out was up, really. After a moment he was high enough to truly fly, he soared over the forest with eyes locked on the path. Where had the girl gone?
His blood cooled when he heard a scream. That was her; he was positive. About one other thing he was positive; Faylen's aura was unmistakable. Now his blood ran cold. It had been a long time since he'd dealt with Faylen, and times had been so peaceful as of late that he had ceased practicing anything but flying. If it came down to magic... well, Azora just hoped that it didn't come down to that. First he had to worry about locating Audrey.
It was dark now, and his eyes took longer than most to adjust to changes in light. By the time he located where Audrey's voice had come from, a figure burst out of the trees. Faylen. She was gone before he could challenge her at all. He clenched his teeth but knew his job was not to challenge a retreating enemy, but to help the ones that needed helping.
Azora tucked his wings and dove straight down into the village where he saw Audrey and Naoki. His wings snapped open to soften his landing and created a small whirlwind of dust and leaves, temporarily blinding him. Then the dust settled.
There she was, right outside the shop. An angry twitch developed under his right eye, giving him the appearance of a pissed off effeminate angel when he strode towards Audrey. His voice had not changed although he looked a little more buff. The potential for a masculine effect was also probably destroyed because of the way his wings kept fluttering like they were angry as well, shedding downy white fluff that rained everywhere along with one yellow feather.
"You! You assume that because I want you out of my hair that I want you to just leave abruptly?? I informed you that I patrol these skies even for ones such as you. My job does not end just when I find outsiders or those that need help. It ends," he growled, standing in front of Audrey and glaring into her eyes, "when you are back in your own world and safe from danger."
He didn't even seem to care that Naoki was konked out for some reason; he didn't even give her a second glance.