It was certainly not who she was expecting to see. Here, around a quiet Concordia lake, where the sunlight whispered on the waters like a long-lost love story. Sitting and writing a diary for the first time Philomel had assuming she and Delath (and Veridian, when he appeared) would be alone for most of the day. Because the forest was there private place, their home and their peace. When they were within the shelter of the trees here rarely was it that they came across even deer or boar. Definitely not another humanoid or being.

Defintely not one they knew.

She stood up, alarmed, and Delath's words fell to nothing. Currently he had been telling a romance tale that he had remembered Philomel's now-dead mother, Lacey, relate from a long time ago. He was at the point where the two young heroes were getting married, and swearing themselves to everlasting bonds, despite come what may.

"And said he, 'Love you much,' and said she, 'Love you too.' Rings put on then, lips met, priest said many things and-"

"Drys above ..." Philomel murmurmed, "Lil ... Lilith?"

And she found herself dropping parchment and pen, the quill floating softly down to be cradled into the grass. Eyes widening she glanced at the running geisha hurrying towards her, strangely shifting her clothes, to a red-haired human behind her. Without warning the faun found her arms raising, and her own hooved legs take her slightly staggering forwards. Over to the woman whom she had last seen striving around the Salvarian snows, both of them lost and confused after Shinsou had just disappeared. And Philomel had found her own way to the Seventh Sanctum and -

Throwing her arms around the woman whom she dared called a 'friend' Philomel ignored the unamused huffs coming from behind her. Delath was getting to his feet, grumbling low as he was confused and lost at all of this, though he did show that he recognised Lilith to some extent. Though the geisha and dragon had never met, Delath had been beneath them the entire time of the journey from Whitevale to Salvar, and had seen much of the connection through Philomel's mind. Rarely had it ever been until very recent times that Delath properly took part in any of Philomel's adventures. Now he could speak it seemed that he was going to be as much a part of her daily life as Veridian was.

Releasing Lilith finally, aware that her mighty swords were digging into the Akashiman's side, the faun took a step back, and honestly smiled. Looking from one to the other she paused before making a slight bow to the other woman and formally introducing herself.

"Lilith it is ... a wonder to meet you. Your friend ..." she placed a hand on her breast, half on the blouse that barely covered anything. Excuse - it was summer and she did not need armour right now. "I am Philomel van der Aart, an honest pleasure to meet you. And," she paused, and gestured behind her to the very suspicious, nearly growling dragon, "This is Delath. He is honoured to meet you too."

"Don't know them," the rumbling, disconcerting growl came.