[center][color=a36209][h1][b][u]Lacain[/u][/b][/h1][/color][/center][hr]
His senses finally pinning down what he'd been searching for, Lacain's eyes opened and turned to the east, deeper into the forest. [color=a36209][b]“You're here because I didn't want to leave you alone...”[/b][/color] he said, though, what he didn't say was that it was because [i]he[/i] didn't want to be alone either. [color=a36209][b]“I'm here because Teraem asked me to retrieve something. I'm not sure exactly what it is, he only told me how to find it and that it was important that I do.”[/b][/color] Letting out a breath he glanced down at her and smiled slightly, his expression seeming a bit more relaxed than it had been earlier. It appeared that being away from what had been his and Teraem's home had lightened the grip of sorrow on his heart.

[color=a36209][b]“I'm going to move us again,”[/b][/color] he said, before, just as suddenly as the first time, the two of them reappeared elsewhere.

As their surrounding formed around them, Lacain found that they stood before a cliff face. He frowned as he stared at the solid surface, before placing a hand upon it, [color=a36209][b]“Ah,”[/b][/color] he exclaimed quietly, the sound followed swiftly by branching paths of energy traversing from beneath his hand and across the surface of the stone. [color=a36209][b]“Eket, Mi. Teraem va lae Siri naeanayue,”[/b][/color] he chanted rhythmically, the words seeming to illicit shudders in the stone before them as well as cries from birds as they were disturbed from their slumber. Oddly, the forest, aside from those sounds, grew quiet.

Lacain, though aware of the occurrence, appeared to ignore it. However, Iyl's senses would notify her of the approach of some guests that were likely to intrude on their little outing. Similarly, Lacain's energies took note, weaving invisibly around them and forming an intangible net, before spreading out rapidly. Yet still, Lacain showed no signs of strain.

The wall before them began to shift. Dirt fell away, tiny pebbles rolled down it, bouncing off the protective barriers Lacain had created. The lines of power that originated where the young Archmage's hand sat began to become physical interruptions in the once smooth surface.

The cliff face was opening before them, albeit slowly.

The presence of what could only be Shaeriel'm en continued to near their own location.