It was becoming increasingly apparent to the young archer that the new counterpart was guarded more so mentally than physically. Devon knew not to be too surprised by the other’s reservations but he would rather him be up front about them rather than try to convince him otherwise. Devon held his tongue, aware that new alliances, temporary or permanent, needed to have an introductory period where each person involved could evaluate those around them. Devon wasn’t as critical as he knew he should be but he thought with time being a thing going against them, 

He remained silent until Telaris was finishing speaking though Devon personally saw little point since his words and attempt to appear tired and agreeable felt on someone who was not daft or ignorant. Being a watcher, someone who lurked and soaked up the most minute of details, Devon knew Telaris was wary of him but refused to admit it, for whatever reason. “Certainly.” He said, keeping his agreement brief since it appeared as though it would make little to no difference whether his response was lengthy or not. Wordlessly, Devon took the lead, hoping his most preferred hiding spot hadn’t been taken already.

“Oh, I have no earned such a title, please address me as Devon or Relven, as simplicity tends to be the easiest when in the thick of things.” He flashed him a smile before pressing onward. The stillness of the evening was disrupted by their trampling but even so, the beauty remained present and wholesome. After three minutes of walking, he stopped and peeled back a thick layer of shrubs to reveal a small grotto area which was lined with lush soft moss and grass and had a small pool of water which was fed by a patient slow stream up above. “I used to stop here during tiring treks, it always proved relaxing and well hidden.” He explained as he waited for the other to go and make himself comfortable in the nest.

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A sweet smile never fell from her lips as she continued to romp around the thick wooded area. She had on a long dark blue robe which pooled around her ankles and the hood bunched up behind her neck as the coolness of the night was far more welcomed than the sweat which would surely trickle down her neck if she continued to wear said hood throughout the evening. Her bright golden eyes looked around, feeling an energetic wind blow by. Being a witch and a pretty well practiced one at that, Mela Accorn the Second, was very confident about her predicament. She was in her late twenties at the least but her short size often led foes to determine otherwise.

Using the wind, she raised a hand, her long baggy sleeve, falling to her forearm and shoulder, she flicked her fingers and was able to let the stray breeze lift her up into the tall trees. Mela was a sneaky sort but not out of malice or ill-intent, no, it was just to have fun. There were clearly many people who had their own goals in mind that could be met thanks to the princess’ new found peril. The money and recognition would boast her education and prove her worth to all those who dared question her validity as a witch.

Now settled in the trees, she quickly scampered from branch to branch like a squirrel or rat. Mela’s long braided light brown hair almost acted as a cat’s tail which aided to her balance and agility. But in her mind, she knew magic was on her side and that allowed her spy on those who may be an asset to her, and who of course would entertain her. If the quest was really difficult as one thought, Mela was determined to fulfill it with a smile and not a disgruntled frown or smirk. She looked down and saw someone fashion a torch and she smiled wide and decided to show herself after tailing her. “Greetings!” She exclaimed and flew down, her legs hooking on the sturdy cranch as she hung upside down, her cloak flopping over her face and hanging in the wind. “You’re sure in a serious mood.” Mela laughed and jumped down and straightened herself out, her age and mindset were clearly on opposite ends of the spectrum.