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Tired of waiting for an answer, Caramon walked away from the group and sat down away from them, close enough to hear them, but far enough away to not allow them to hear him talk to himself as he once again engulfed his right hand in crystal, but this time it was not a weapon he'd made, but the likeness of a woman, all in gold, yet some areas were darker than others, such as the places denoting her hair and clothing, and as he gazed upon her her form, she began changing again and again, as if there were many different women, all having the same signifigance to him, causing a tear to run down his cheek, then another, and another, unable to stand it any longer, he turned the woman into a ball of light and reabsorbed the energy she was constructed of, causing the crystal on his hand to fade.
As he dried his tears, he noticed something move along the shadows, hoping to figure out what, he placed his hands on the ground, being sure to prevent the others from seeing the crystal build on the pavement beneath his gloves, which he then used to create a small, golden figure that had a faint glow, unable to be seen through the fog, in the direction of the movement, closing his eyes to see what it saw, as he made it search the surroundings until he found what had caused him to resort to such a measure: the girl he'd seen a while before.
His thoughts resonated into the avatar's word, spoken in a careful whisper so as not to alert the others of her prescence.
"You are quite sneaky, despite how hard it is not to notice you. As long as you stay hidden, I'll be the only one who knows you're here, since you have to have some reason for following the others. I know not if you are friend or foe, but I would prefer the former, if it's all the same to you. If I hadn't left the group, I'd've never even seen you sneak over here, but until I find that I can trust you, I'll keep an eye on you. I won't stop you from following us, but if you do, I must warn you that I'm going to keep this little guy on you so that the others won't see you, but you won't be able to get too far from me, or you'll stick out like a sore thumb, and I won't be able to help you if you get spotted. That sound fair?"
The little being reached out his hand to the girl as a gesture of goodwill, yet he sat there patiently awaiting her reply, as until there were answers to be had, he had all the time in the world.
As he dried his tears, he noticed something move along the shadows, hoping to figure out what, he placed his hands on the ground, being sure to prevent the others from seeing the crystal build on the pavement beneath his gloves, which he then used to create a small, golden figure that had a faint glow, unable to be seen through the fog, in the direction of the movement, closing his eyes to see what it saw, as he made it search the surroundings until he found what had caused him to resort to such a measure: the girl he'd seen a while before.
His thoughts resonated into the avatar's word, spoken in a careful whisper so as not to alert the others of her prescence.
"You are quite sneaky, despite how hard it is not to notice you. As long as you stay hidden, I'll be the only one who knows you're here, since you have to have some reason for following the others. I know not if you are friend or foe, but I would prefer the former, if it's all the same to you. If I hadn't left the group, I'd've never even seen you sneak over here, but until I find that I can trust you, I'll keep an eye on you. I won't stop you from following us, but if you do, I must warn you that I'm going to keep this little guy on you so that the others won't see you, but you won't be able to get too far from me, or you'll stick out like a sore thumb, and I won't be able to help you if you get spotted. That sound fair?"
The little being reached out his hand to the girl as a gesture of goodwill, yet he sat there patiently awaiting her reply, as until there were answers to be had, he had all the time in the world.