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    Her head tilted to the side as she began to settle down for the night. Watching him was an intrigue, and indeed a blessing almost. The man had a way of moving, acting and speaking that seemed to draw her in, enabling her to trust him. It did not help, naturally, that he was called upon by a goddess almost as great as Drys, and therefore automatically held a high regard in Philomel's mind.

    Lips pursing as she listened to him speaking she set down her bed roll, pulling a single cord. It unravelled like a spirited flag, aiming to catch the breeze and declare territory to all inhabitants. Promptly, without looking, she sat and Veridian took up a curled position beside her.

    "The moss is not something I particularly care for," she said with a small amount of distaste in her voice, "But I would appreciate any clothing you wish to present me with."

    Veridian flicked his tail and yawned a little. Philomel took a moment to pause.

    "But we should talk of our mission I think. My sources tell me that the lyre we seek must be obtained before enemy forces come and take it. And the lyre itself lies deep in this forest, and many perilous adventures await us within." She scraped back a stray hair dangling in front of her face.

    "I presume you are a fighter, mister Breaker. Or a sorceror of some kind?"

    The tera'k behind her huffed and decided the conversation was boring - or some similar, perhaps simpler, thought. Turning on hoof he twisted to begin lumbering off in search of sweet grasses and good grazing.

    Philomel looked over her shoulder at the sound of the lumbering beast taking a-hoof. Laughing gently, she continued her speaking without allowing Joshua time to answer her question.

    "Never mind him," she said, "We will find him come morning."

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    Josh sat cross-legged with his back straight and hands clasped loosely around his ankles, enjoying Philomel's presence as much as the night breeze. Her movements showed a practiced grace, from the way she unrolled her bedroll to the pensive purse of her lips. She smelled like only a beautiful woman could smell, and her soft actions told Breaker that she was schooled in the art of seduction. Under any other circumstance he would have allowed the natural attraction to draw him to her, but they had many things to attend to, and his own carnal appetite did not make the list.

    "I am a fighter," he said after the faun finished speaking, and the words reminded him of the first time he met Suravani. He smiled, dimpling the Y-shaped scars on his cheeks. "And a lover, and a seeker of adventure." He had said the same thing to Suravani when first she graced him with her presence. It seemed appropriate to explain himself to this daughter of Drys in the same manner. His smile broadened as he stood swiftly and strode a few paces away, to stand in the center of the soul blossom patch. "And I have been called a sorcerer by some I faced in combat." He raised both hands in a wide arc and brought them together in front of his chest, palms pressed in prayer. "The Eternal Tap flows through me, as it does all things, and I have learned to harness its power."

    Breaker splayed his palms suddenly, and water rose from his bare hands as if bidden from two natural springs. The twin streams criss-crossed and entwined like wrestling serpents, catching rays of moonlight and making the entire meadow glow. Breaker plucked soul blossoms from where they grew and introduced the blue-purple flowers into the writhing waters. The blossoms blended with the water, becoming one with the liquid and coloring it a deep violet. Contained within the petals, Drys' love lent strength and wisdom to the water. Suravani's light lent grace and power as it too was imbued in the liquid. Lastly Josh poured in a measure of his own brand of magic, and then one droplet at a time, the writhing water froze.

    The water became molten ice, and shaped slowly into the form of a hooded cloak, suspended in the air. Josh reached out and grasped it with both hands. It was warm to touch, made so by Drys' love. It was light as silk, made so by Suravani's brilliance. It was strong as steel, made so by Breaker's might. And yet it fluttered in the wind like any fabric, as soft and fragrant as the Fealotë blended within. Josh folded the cloak neatly and plucked a final soul blossom from the patch, and then strode back to Philomel and sat facing the faun.

    "This will keep you warmer than wool," he said, presenting the folded cloak, "as safe as a suit of steel armor, and yet as mobile as if it were silk." He reached out and tucked the final soul blossom behind a strand of Philomel's violet hair. Its dyed color matched the cloak well. "And all without compromising your beauty," Breaker remarked. He stroked his stubbled chin with callused fingers.

    "It is a small thing, I am sure, to protect you against the perils we are sure to face," Josh said, and flexed his powerful hands. "But that, so Suravani says, is my part in Drys' plan."

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    Philomel felt a slight amount of chagrin rise when the suave man, with the grace of a nobleman and the presence that could only be described as 'gentlemanly,' gifted her ear with the succulent flower. Eyelashes immediately fluttered, but not in a flirtacious way, more confused than anything - stunned. Her lips parted to say something, but no sound emerged as she tried to understand what she had just felt.

    Flattered. Was that really it? She honestly felt flattered. Rarely before had she ever felt such an emotion as this. Curious and sweet, the sense of laudation was different from being admired or simply praised. There was a certain beauty and romance attached to it, all enhanced by the courteous nature of this singular man.

    Her eyes glanced down to the soft fabric before her, trying to rid herself of the rose-tinted blush before it let her duty escape her. After all, she was here as a represenative of her goddess, and admiration was all good but it could not distract her or allow her to drop her guard. After all, this was the Red Forest, and in here spirits still raged like demons of old. Slowly taking in her breath she allowed herself the time to run a hand over the folded material before her, and calm the emotions that were quickly morphing into embarressment.

    Fast, she swallowed, and her hand gripped the cloak as she forced her eyes back up, that moment of bashfulness dying away. Incling her head she instilled authority and strength back into her form and smiled simply at the man, once more cross legged before her.

    "I thank you for this gift, Breaker of Survani," she conveyed in a capable tone. "It is one of beauty, and it is formed maginificently."

    Carefully she unwrapped the cloak from its folds her on her lap and stood in with effortless ease. She swung the cloak around her back and over her shoulders, allowing time for it to fall to the ground. Perfect in size it brushed the top of her pasterns and shimmered with a glorious essence that reminded her somehow of the majesty of Drys. It was clear to her that it was the nature of the area around them, as well as the very flowers they pressed hoof and foot upon that made it so. She watched also the pool of water dying away, merging back with the soil and it came to her mind that Survani was more than a desert diety, but rather also a lifebringer in soul. Where Drys had fruits, she had oases as her gift to the world, and where Drys had roots she had the channels of water running through the Fallien wilderness. This was a gift, but no ordinary gift - it was the merging of two natures, two goddesses, two civilisations.

    Slowly, once more with a fast beating heart and feeling the flattery rice again Philomel sat, this time not able to contain the tints of red to her face, the small gatherings of tears in the corners of her eyes. She nodded once more to Breaker and thanked him with a quiet voice.

    "We should rest now, though" she said, "Come morning we need to leave as dawn breaks and set as far as we can west. The lyre must be found before it falls into enemy hands. Until then," she fixed him with a steady but indebted-converying gaze, "I will thank you again."

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    "Let us rest then, daughter of Drys." Breaker said. "It is but a small thing," he assured her, ruffling the fringe of her new cloak, "consider it a gift from our goddesses, to safeguard the lyre-bearer." It did not occur to him to tell Philomel that he required little in the way of rest. Instead he lay down on the soft ground and looked up at the moonbeams filtering through the trees. Even with Suravani's brilliance in full bloom, he found the image of Philomel's blushing face lingering in his mind. She had turned positively scarlet when he presented the cloak and tucked that final soul blossom behind her ear. Her eyes had glistened like twin pools in the moonlight.

    If I am not careful, Breaker thought, I may find myself entranced by this faun.

    Shall I be jealous? The moon twinkled, and Suravani's musical laugh echoed in Josh's mind.

    Can love between two mortals ever serve to make a deity envious? Breaker wondered. Only the wind in the trees answered the frivolous question. Once again clouds passed over the moon, and the demigod found himself alone with the sound of Philomel's slumber.

    Perhaps I should sleep as well, Breaker thought, if not out of need then to pass the time. A small part of him, the part that always felt lonely around other mortals, longed to waken the faun and regale her with stories of his adventures. And to hear her tales as well. There may be time for that, much later, he thought, for now it is my duty to guard her, and her duty to rest so that she will be ready for tomorrow's journey.

    Breaker lay still on his back and listened to the leaves quaking in the trees, to the branches banging against one another in broken rhythm. To the swish of long grass and bushes, and the far-off howl of hunting Dur'Taigen. Drys seemed to speak to him in those sounds, lulling him to sleep. Rest now, warrior, he swore he heard her say, for the perils ahead will leave you not a moment to close your eyes. Breaker's broad chest rose and fell as his breathing became deep and regular. The breeze quieted, and the clouds covering the moon thickened. The demigod's eyelids drooped shut, and he fell asleep to the rhythmic sounds of the faun slumbering nearby.

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    Soundly slept she, wrapped in the arms of Drys. She fell resting to the soft music of the wind playing in the leaves above, and to the great rolling presence beneath the earth of the earth-dragon Delath, the wyrm of soil and rock whom had been gifted to her by her goddess.

    Some time in the night the creeping hunter Veridian returned from where he had gone, unnoticed, by the two bipedals, complete with hare between his teeth. He settled by the hooves of his sleeping beloved, and began to gorge on the meat he had caught. Golden eyes glinted in the firelight, catching those of the awake Breaker and he paused for a moment before raising his muzzle and giving the warrior a bloody, toothy grin.

    Then he went back to his bone-snapping and devouring of the large rodent creature. Blood was splattered across the grasses, and if someone had been looking carefully they would have seen the blood slowly draining into the dirt, and in its place a small green blade shoot out and take over the place. Just a single piece of grass, but it was enough to toll a warning. A warning that despite the death of the Forgotten One here that spirits still flew and dark things still occurred, that poisons still were rife and evil still stirred in certain hearts. Beasts still roamed and death still reigned.

    The morning slowly came and with that the fox, who had curled up with Philomel under the cloak, and the faun herself began to arise. She blinked in the light and looked over to the other two-legged. A soft smile came to her lips and she felt the same feeling that she had before - a tenderness and a flattery. Her hand ran over the fabric of her cloak, that which he had made as the sun's rays lit up their little camp, and life was coming back.

    There was a lyre to get, but for the first time in this adventure she felt positive that it was possible, and maybe ... maybe ... she would enjoy it.

    Carefully she got up, letting the cloak fall around her. As she did Veridian got up himself and smiled up at her and she leant to brush his fluff. He chattered to her as she yawned, forced herself with energy and began to roll up her bed. It was time to start, it was time to do things, and this was merely the beginning.

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