[center][color=007fff][b]Abel Fulgurate[/b][/color]
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A few seconds of scanning the sky went by before Abel spotted a dot he could only assume was Krysanthe.  He observed, though he couldn't imagine how, that the girl's launch sent her far higher into the air than his own.  Given the whoops carried to him on the breeze, though, she seemed to be enjoying it far more than he had.  He looked on when, in the middle of her descent, she began to eject bursts of water from her ornate boots that each stalled her momentum enough to make her look as though she was walking in the sky.  Abel marveled at the simplicity and the efficacy of it compared to his own technique, his muscles burning all the while.  In a jiffy the two hunters-in-training were reunited, and the guardian's heart soared far more than it had while he had to see Krysanthe's face adorned with a lively smile.  After taking a split second to focus, he returned the expression, then replied, “Well, there's a ruin of some sort where the tokens were placed during the ceremony.  Though we might go there.”

Navigating down the tree, though not easy, proved to be far less of a task than descending from the heavens in one piece.  Seldom was Abel so glad to be back on the ground.  While no stranger to heights, given his station on kingdom's wall, he just couldn't shake the inexplicable terror that welled within him to be suspended in space.  It felt like being abandoned and left to die.  Suddenly realizing the needless morbidity of his thoughts, Abel shook himself to clear his head.  No doubts or depressing sentiments needed to be entertained in this place, distracting from the Emerald Forest's beauty.  Beneath the canopy, where the dappled sunlight fell upon the earth's brilliant green grass and plants, the wood seemed straight out of a fairy tale.  Something cheesy welled up in Abel's mind, and he spun his partizan into walking-stick position before saying, “Shall we?”

Minutes later into the forest hike, the pair happened upon a great cleft in the ground running diagonally across their path.  The ravine extended out of sight in either direction and at least sixty feet down.  Various creeping vines slithered down from trees on the gorge's precipice into the depths of the earth.  When Abel peered down, he could see a glint at the bottom that most likely signified a stream.  He fixated his attention on the chasm's opposite side, noting it to be several feet higher than the one upon which he and Krysanthe stood.  Feeling like he knew the answer, he asked, “Across, over, around?” as he leaned on the Ampere.  The thought that he should be talking more, and trying to get to know the girl, crossed his mind.  Trying not to frown in contemplation, he began to ponder exactly how to go about doing that as he waited for an answer.