[center][h2][b][color=20B2AA] Jandar Varan[/color][/b][/h2][h3][color=20B2AA]Winton[/color][/h3][/center]
Jandar hear Dareen’s voice, but it was part of the background as he furiously and blankly stared into the mid distance, head buzzing, and body trembling from a pent-up fury he had no productive way to express. His hands clenched, drawing blood on his palms as his nails bit in, and that finally pulled him together somewhat. He exhaled loudly through his nose, turning when he saw the Pruulish warrior ambling back from wherever she’d been.

[color=20B2AA]“I see. Flight is possible with Craft, of course, though I hadn’t expected it,”[/color] he said, speech clipped and biting. He stared at her blankly, berating himself for not having checked for tracks, for having let his eyes off of the Queen long enough that she was able to flee, for being so helpless, and for feeling so self-pitying. 

He smiled grimly when Dareen told him about the child and sceltie duo, though it was much more of a grimace. [color=20B2AA]“That’s…good. Thank you,”[/color] he said, not elaborating how truly glad he was that there was someone keeping their cool next to him right now. It helped immensely, though he was still silently fuming – the turmoil of his emotions was definitely starting to lean towards worry, however.

He silently followed the witch, letting her handle the duo, since he wasn’t in the mood to do so. [color=20B2AA]“Yes, please [i]do[/i] lead us to the [i]kidnapper[/i],”[/color] Jandar requested, the last word emphasized with a hissing growl. [color=20B2AA]“As swiftly as you can,”[/color] he added. Then, when he properly looked at the pair, he realized they were spooked, and attempted to force an apologetic smile. [color=20B2AA]“We couldn’t find her without you. I- thank you,”[/color] he echoed the gratitude he’d shown Dareen, briefly bowing his head. 

Then, he started to follow after Dunny, and was nearly startled into stumbling when Dareen thumped him on the shoulder. He blinked at her, smiling wryly, and simply nodded in reply. Then, he proceeded to jog after the sceltie, silently urging both the hound and himself to move faster. He had to find Fatima, ensure her safety, and then scold her. Thankfully for everyone involved, he burned off some of his rage during the run, and settled on a steadily churning anger with swirls of anxiety and concern mixed in.