[center][i][color=6ecff6]"Tracking is an art as is magic is but it is less intricate"[/color][/i][/center]

[center][b]Armarion's journal[/b][/center]

[center][@Eyeris][/center]

[center]Armarion said nothing more for a while but he was thinking as he began to walk down the streets of the city.

Armarion sensed Tet a few blocks away, but oddly he sensed another precence that he found completely familiar it deeply interested him and he pinpointed its location which was near Tet.

Whispering a few magical words which no God except him could understand or if he allowed a Gid or Goddess to understand he would allow them to hear it in complete clarity.

Magical energy shimmered throughout the area in front of his head in the air and a scene quite odd to him was shown, he saw his dearest brother Amos, Kyra and Tet in some brush or bushes talking about something but he paid it no mind he rather enlarged Amos's image in the air and watched it, a large smile playing across his face.

Although he wasn't happy that he would be the one to find his brother, he was just overjoyed with the fact that his brother was here.

He looked back to Iratze who followed and was still smiling overjoyed and happy.

[color=6ecff6]"He is here Iratze, my brother he has returned tis be a great day for me!"[/color]

He let the image fade but he still met the location in mind where they were because Armarion wanted to teleport quickly nearby.

[color=6ecff6]"Take my hand Iratze!"[/color]

Armarion said more seriously than affectionately.

[color=6ecff6]"We will appear nearby them I would rather travel in my own way rather then just walk like mortals do"[/color]

He said to her with a hint of excitement on his boisterous voice.

[color=6ecff6]"Now hold my hand because if you let go you may end up at the bottom of the ocean, trust me it's happened before!"[/color]

He politely took her hand in his and then began chanting in the odd language of magic that nobody really understood usually his brothers and sisters passed this off as a fake language but it they don't know that it is actually the language of magic which are divine words of power and a mixture of millions of different dialects.

Once finished he looked said a word the delayed the spell until he said for it to progress and he turned to Iratze.

[color=6ecff6]"Are you ready?"[/color]

He asked her.[/center]