[center][h2][color=silver][u]          [b]Kreneas Shadeweaver[/b]          [/u]
[color=silver][sup][sup]Current Location: A Mirkwood Lake[/sup][/sup][/color]
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[center][color=silver][i]"Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary." - Gerard Way[/i][/color][/center]
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It was a long, misunderstood but peaceful silence. Their humming duet had ended long ago, and Irime had went off on a walk throughout the woods. Kreneas gazed at the water, appearing deep in thought yet his mind was blank. He had spent a great deal of the past hour or so thinking, and the magus eventually had enough of it. The water had sort of a calming effect to it, and would most likely have lowered his guard, but Kreneas was smart enough to keep himself alert. Despite the Mirkwood officially belonging to his kin, they were still in enemy territory. 

Kreneas perked up from his empty state when he heard Irime's call for help. Snatching the archer's drying gear, he hastily tied them down to the horse's saddle, and mounted it. [color=silver]"Onwards!"[/color] The magus ordered the horse, and flicked the reins in Irime's general direction. Kreneas hoped that Irime wasn't too far away, or that there was a possibility of being too late, but travel by horse was always faster than by foot. Rider and horse charged through the woods as he drew his blade, and readied himself for anything.

By the time Kreneas arrived on the scene, he saw two injured orcs retreating, doubtlessly angry that Irime had interrupted their hunt for a fresh elven kill. Despite the fact that Kreneas had an urge to chase down the orcs and kill them like the beasts they were, the magus had other problems to deal with. The vine Irime was swinging on had snapped, and without someone to catch the archer, both of them - Irime and child - would be in danger of falling to their deaths.

Casting the sword onto the lake shore instead of taking the time to put it away, Kreneas made haste on horseback to where he believed the two would land. Leaping off the horse, the magus had little time to prepare as they made their rapid descent from the cliffside. [color=silver]"I've got you!"[/color] He shouted, holding his arms out. Despite his body bending under the sudden weight hitting his arms, it was like the gods were playing a cruel fate on Kreneas as he caught them like how a man would carry a princess. [color=silver]"S-Sorry about that."[/color] The magus asked, trying to avoid the awkward atmosphere as he walked the two to the shore to avoid sitting them down in the water. He was glad he wasn't late. Losing Irime would have been difficult on him, but to see a young child die? It wasn't something Kreneas could stomach.

[@Wick]