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She told him about the secret meetings, confusion swept across him. Golden orbs studied his face nervously and even though she did not continue the doe wondered how much he had picked up from her short message. Lips formed her name again, glancing towards him the doe waited for his questions to begin picking apart her cryptic message. How much was too much? What should she conceal from him until he was fully accepted into their family? Yet before he could get his questions to her the gale-force wind barrelled it's way down the Frozen Arch.
It slammed into her, taking both Arah and Wynter by complete surprise. Had she not been through this before? Guilt wracked through her body...if Tilney got hurt because of the wind it would be her fault! A warning was all she needed to give him, instead she had allowed herself to be distracted. This part of Helovia allowed little room for mistakes! Crying out to him was no good, the wind whipped the words away before they even left her mouth. Slamming against her locked joints Arah did not know how much more she could take. Closing her eyes there was nothing to do but wait it out and try to stand strong but her knees buckled. Then suddenly there was warmth and support. Tilney was right beside her and having locked his neck over hers he gave her the strength to wait out the onslaught, they stood together for who knows how long. Supporting each other, her heart hammering as she waited for her strength to return in full. It seemed to take forever but finally the winds did die and the fae princess opened her eyes to take in a sea of green, his eyes staring back at hers. A sheepish smile crept across her chops as she looked up at him. "Welcome to the north." A husky whisper floats over the wind, her eyes still locked upon his. Taking a small shaky breath she also whispers "thank you for saving me." They seemed to be there for each other at just the right moments.
Blinking a few times Arah suddenly realised just how close they still were. Chuckling she gently extracted herself from his embrace but still remains close to his side. "Come on, before we get into more trouble." Laughing she began to continue forwards, until they were safely out of the arch. Below them in all it's glory was Aurora Basin. Grinning she turned to Tilney to watch his expression as he took in the frostbitten homeland.
It was a path that she had taken many times before, descending down into The Basin. To those who had not been lead here by a Basin member...well it would be almost impossible for them to find it. Delicate footsteps carried her down the long winding path, until finally they were standing before the sentinels. "There is a lake that never freezes." Normally she would speak of the beautiful night sky, but Tilney would never see it. A sadness filled her at this thought. "Tall mountains offer protection from the harsh, winter winds, we won't be getting blown over down here." Laughing she glances along the wall, nodding to the caves that decorated them. "We make our individuals homes in the caves." Stepping forward between the sentinels, her golden eyes skimmed over her home relief was surging through her veins. Here was where she belonged. Glancing back to her newest companion Arah continued to tell him of The Basin. "We also have a large, natural hot spring which steams from under a rocky shelf..." Perhaps they could visit it later. "Lastly is a strange, glass mirror resting against the wall of a cave, though no reflection can be seen when gazed upon." Walking into The Basin Arah stopped and turned to look back at Tilney, smiling at him proudly.
After leaving Tilney behind to check upon a few things in The Basin, the doe was making her way over to the hot springs. Something in the distance caught her eye, Arah turned and stared at the shining object confused. Moving closer to inspect it she was shocked to see beautiful silver armour laying around....it was as if it was waiting for her. Wynter landed beside her and inspected the Armour with the doe, both creatures curious. On top of it was a single golden feather, when Arah pressed her nose to it the entire feather disintegrated into golden dust which blew away in the wind. 'Cabhair dom é a chur ar aghaidh.' Wynter did as Arah bid, helping slip pieces onto her body, pining up her hair and then standing back to observe the final result. It had been cumbersome to get on but it fit perfectly. There was no doubt that the armour had been made for her. Grinning Arah turned to the direction of her cave, planning to stash it away until she needed it.
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.
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