Frank
It had been a long while since Kameros and Esme had seen one another, and a lot had happened in that time. Before Sorevelle, Kam and Esme enjoyed Thunder Fest in one another's company. But time and their busy lives seemed to get in the way of any further interactions or visits with one another. Kameros had hoped to see Esme at Sorevelle, but was more than relieved to know she wasn't present during it. Whatever it was that had taken the festival hostage, Kameros had gotten out of there as quickly as possible, but not before purchasing a gift for his companion. Since Sorevelle, work had been a bit busier than usual. Everyone had been set on edge and paranoid, and having experienced it for himself Kameros couldn't blame them.

But today was a day that Kam would take for himself and finally go and visit his friend. In his back pocket, a ring, with it's twin already on his left hand. Kameros had no clue where Esme was, but he had hunch that she'd be in Ardunon's castle. Sorevelle had caused many kingdoms to become more vigilant, and Esme being a guard likely meant she too would be training or working. Kam felt a bit bad to interrupt her, but surely one day wouldn't ruin her regimen, right?
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Nearing the castle, Kameros noticed a sizeable group of people peering through an iron fence. The sounds of armor and swords clashing caused the tiefling's eyes to widen slightly. He neared the crowd and politely pushed his way to the front. Peering through the bars, Kameros was curious to see just who was fighting. Searching for the source of clashing metal, Kam's golden eyes soon fell upon what looked to be two Findaran knights sparring with one another. Watching with a curious gaze, neither had wings, and so Kam soon became uninterested. Scanning what looked to be a training courtyard of sorts, another figure caught Kameros's attention; it was a much younger girl fitting herself with leather armor.

*Not Esme.*

There were quite a bit of individuals in the training area, and Kameros had nearly moved on to look for Esme elsewhere when a flash of white caught his attention. Peering beyond a handful of knights, Kameros squinted a bit to see just who it was. In the back of the courtyard was a familiar sight- a small aasimar woman with white wings tipped in brown, horns atop her head and a sword in her hands. A smile appeared on Kam's lips, and he had half a mind to jump over the iron fence but stopped himself. The last thing he wished to do was embarrass his friend. Walking around the iron fence, Kameros soon stopped behind where Esme was training. Watching quietly to not intrrupt her, Kam leaned against the fence.
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After a few moments, Kameros began to whistle, the tune extremely familiar to the two of them. During Thunder Fest, the bounty hunter sung a song for Esme at the Broken Barrel, and she'd no doubt recognize it here and now. Leaning against the fence in a nonchalant manner, Kam continued to whistle, and even pretended as though he didn't see Esme just a few meters away on the other end of the fence. Dressed in his typical attire, the spring air meant Kam could wear similar clothing to that of his Khisfiran wardrobe. 

Gold was the main theme of nearly all of Kam's outfits, and his current one was no different. Golden earings hung from his pointed ears, chains of gold connecting them to his horns held by bands along the tips. His shirt was a white tunic, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the black tattoos along his arms. Brown trousers covered his lower half, and at the bottom were black boots. The final point to note was the satchel resting at the tiefling's side, the strap wrapped up and around his shoulder. 

There Kam waited, whistling and scanning over the courtyard, everywhere save for the aasimar he had come to see.
Donald
The midday sun bathed the courtyard of Findara in a warm, golden glow as the kingdom's guards littered along the public training field. Many folk would gather around each time this day just to catch a glimpse of some of the most famous fighters, hoping to catch a spare that not only inspired upcoming knights, but awed the citizens of Findara altogether. Pairs of two were assigned to train together, their objective in a sword duel, to disarm the other. While it was a fair enough exercise, the same couldn't be said for every pair of boots on the courtyard.. 

Renesme Faydel, a guard in the making, continued her training routine alone. She was stationed in the back of the field with the mesley barrels and straw stuffed dummies with targets painted messily on their chest. Forced to endure a task made for two now built for one. The aasimar liked to believe that it was a punishment for her trials in Khisfire, pursuing a certain purple tiefling that ended up in a visit by not only her older sister, but the king of Alynthi himself. 

 If it wasn't for Winrae's status and good graces, Esme likely would have never seen the castle of Findara again. Yet even so, part of her wondered if it was all truly worth it in the end. As she was still forced to remain alone day in and day out.. Her trouble making tendencies likely having nothing to do with it. Many of Faydels comrades avoided her simply because of her appearance, as it wasn't normal for an *Angel* To have such demonic features. 
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Long, swirling horns sat atop the aasimar's head, their existence the first thing someone would see when looking at her. Renesme's teeth held four daggers, and her fingers, natural claw-like nails. Within the first two years of becoming a guard for the Findarans, many joked that she must have been hiding a tail somewhere underneath her clothes. And while the prodding of her presence alone was something most people enjoyed taking part of– none would dare to do it in the wake of Winrae Kaliyah. The winged stag made sure that her sister would be treated with the same respect as she, although, if she were to see where Esme was right now... 

A long sigh drew from the angel's nose as her sword *Thunked* Into the dirt beside her. Esme had been going at the same dummy for over an hour by now, and no matter how hard she try, it wasn't going to fight her back. In truth, the guard wasn't too skilled in swordplay. She was a sorceress after all, and even had her weapon crafted into her strengths. However, today was strictly no magic. The straw sack in front of her cut in wobbled slashes far from the center heart. Taking a seat on an old wooden bench, the girl groaned in frustration as she brought her hands to her face, rubbing the sleep and tenseness from her weary eyes. 

Staring down the training props silently, Renesme simply shook her head. The graceful poise of her wings loosening in defeat as they sank to the ground behind her. It all felt like a big joke, like there was no real point in trying. But each time that Em pondered her career, and if it was truly something *She* Wanted, all Faydel could picture was her older sister's disappointed face... And it was enough to fuel that fire deep in her chest once again. Tightening the light armor straps on her arms, Esme rolled her eyes reluctantly as she picked up her sword and prepared for another attempt. Hoping in the back of her mind that no one was watching...
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Her long, auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves, catching the in sun as she gracefully moved through her exercises. The shimmering gray glow of her eyes betrayed a mix of determination and sadness, as the rhythmic beat of her wings swept the ground behind her. Sweat beaded on her brow, and with a hardened expression, she unleashed a series of powerful strikes, her wings flaring out with each movement. The courtyard echoed with the sounds of her exertion, and soon she was blurring the line between her blade and the inanimate object, turning it into all the foes she wished to expel. 

. . .

In the midst of her practice, a familiar sound billowed into ear range, a whistle that cut through the air, sending a shiver down Esme's spine. She recognized the tune instantly – the one *Kameros* Had sung for her during Thunder Fest at the Broken Barrel. It was a melody that had etched itself into her heart, a memory that lingered in the corners of her mind. Esme's body halted to an abrupt stop before her gaze flickered towards the source, those glowing eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

*Was he here...?* 

The thought alone of Kam was enough to take the breath right from her lungs, his face still burned into her memory. It had been an entire month of wandering, waiting, and nearly driving herself mad over thinking that she was to ever see him again. Winrae had forbidden it from the start, and while Esme was more scared to disobey her than anyone, she couldn't help but get lost in the way she felt with the bounty hunter.. Kameros had shown her a side of the word she had never imagined, told her dreams and aspirations that simply didn't exist to her. His presence was enthralling, and Esme couldn't let that feeling go. 
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The whistling continued, the melody hauntingly familiar, and Esme's heart raced with conflicting emotions. She couldn't help but wonder if Kameros had forgotten about her, lost in the passage of time. Yet, deep down, a glimmer of hope remained, yearning for him to be there as she whipped her head around with a quickness. There, leaning casually against the fence, stood the tiefling whose presence had become a beacon of warmth and comfort in her world. His golden-themed attire glinted in the sunlight, matching the radiance of his carefree demeanor. 

Pretending not to notice Esme, Kameros continued his nonchalant whistling, scanning the courtyard as if searching for something. The golden earrings swayed gently from his pointed ears, and the black tattoos on his arms seemed to dance with every movement. Esme couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest, a mixture of excitement and anxiety at the unexpected reunion.

But Kameros deliberately avoided meeting her eyes, leaving Esme to grapple with the uncertainty of the moment. Was he truly oblivious to her presence? Or was this some playful game? She hesitated, unsure of whether to approach him or continue with her training. "K-Kam..?" Em stuttered, the feeling of his name on her lips almost foreign now. The aasimar felt almost lucid as she looked at him, weighing the thought of it being nothing more than a trick of her exhausted mind. 

 Nevertheless, the young girl dropped her sword yet again, taking slow and hesitant steps towards the tiefling. Each burrow of her boot into the dirt sent a tingle up her legs, as it was one step closer to *Him*. Before long, Esme's steps became more confident, and soon she was nearly skipping across the field until her wings sprouted excitedly to greet him. "Kameros!" A high shrill exclaimed, and whether or not the man turned to look, he would be met with a tackle as the angel flew over the tall fence and landed right on top of him.
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"What are you doing here?! I-I mean *Why* Are you here? I-!" Taking a moment to look him over, Esme wasted no time before shoving her arms around the bounty hunter– her head resting just between Kamero's chest and chin. There was a shuddering breath of mixed emotion that the tiefling would no doubt feel radiating off of her; Faydel's chest quivering as she murmured the words almost to herself, "*I thought i'd never see you again...*"
Frank
*Oh Kameros, you playful fool.*

Believing he was clever in ignoring the aasimar, Kameros failed to realize that Esme cared little for personal space, and was quickly surprised when she tackled in. Thankfully he was able to catch himself by shoving a heel into the dirt path, but only just. Feeling the sorceress throw her arms around him, Kameros returned the embrace with a grin on his face. Careful not to hurt Esme's wings, Kam couldn't help but laugh as she uttered her surprised words. Allowing but a moment of silence between the two as they continued to hug, the tiefling gently pulled away but not too far. Looking down at the angel before him, Kam offered a smile. "I wanted to come and see you."

Kameros looked down into Esme's eyes, his own a golden hue of sunshine now that Solaris was shining high above them. "I'm sorry it took me so long to visit-" The tiefling eyed Esme's wrist, and much to his suspicion the band he had given her was missing. "-it's been busy since that fuss in Thyseer and you've not exactly been easy to pinpoint." There was a tinge of sadness in his final words. Had Esme discarded the band because she no longer wished to see him? Was she angry with him? Pushing those thoughts aside as best he could, Kameros eyed the courtyard Esme had flown over, a handful of other knights eyeing the pair and whispering to one another.

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The bounty hunter did nothing but meet any gazes that came his way with a stern look, but his main focus was on Esme. There was a faint grin on Kam's face, that signature playfulness swimming within his golden eyes. In truth, Kameros hadn't stopped thinking about Esme since their last meeting. It had been forever, or at least it felt like. Each time he was feeling stressed or down, he'd think of Esme. Facing a tough bounty that filled with him uncertainty? Kam thought of Esme. She filled him with a calmness, a feeling that everything would be okay. She inspired him to return to searching for his sister even, though he had yet to secure any leads.

Looking down at the aasimar before him, Kam tilted his head downward toward her in an attempt to get more on her level. Now, the tiefling's face was only a handful of inches from Esme's, his white hair tangling down into both of their faces. Lowering his voice so the nosy Findaran knights nearby couldn't hear, Kam darted his eyes between the sorceress's. "What do you say we get out of here. Hungry? My treat."
Donald
Kameros's warm, boisterous laugh reverberated from his chest and into Esme's ears– that were now flushing pink along with her blushing face. Feeling his strong arms embrace her, the angel's wings batted a few beats before resting along her back, happy and content. Faydel almost couldn't believe this reality, that he was here– *Willingly* To see her. As the spring breeze caught wind of the two, dancing between the tieflings bundled hair and jewelry, Esme melted into Kams chest even more as the smell of fresh coconut and sandalwood stirred around her. She could never describe the feeling herself, but to the aasimar, Szearbon smelled like home. 

 After the pair reunited, Renesme pulled back to get a good look at him. Although her sheepish nature would only allow her eyes to settle anywhere other than the male's golden hues, Em couldn't help but smile as she caught flashes of his wide, sparkling toothy grin. A flurry of butterflies felt like a stampede in her stomach– all buzzing to get out as they tickled her sides. "I'm glad you came, it was honestly getting really gloomy without you around to entertain me~" A giggle played from the angel's lips as she collapsed her arms in one another, swaying back on her heels a moment if only to occupy her nerves. 
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When Kameros trailed off, his gaze searching over her only to settle on a barren wrist, Renesme caught that disappointed look and quickly snatched her hands behind her back– A saddened expression filled with guilt blooming from her rose bud lips and glistening gray eyes. "Yeah.. After that night with my sister i- i accidentally broke the tracking bracelet you gave me..." Faydels' brows knitted together as she lowered her chin to the ground– the poor girl seeming as though she was going to burst into tears. "I'm so sorry Kam, I don't want you thinking I treat anything of yours like trash– It was an honest mistake and I still feel horrible about it..." Her tone swelled with regret and shame, almost like a lump she couldn't bear to swallow. If there was one thing Esme was– it was that she cared so deeply for things, no matter how big or small. 

 The aasimar was far too troubled with her guilty conscience to catch the glimpses of her peers from around the courtyard, and thankfully so. Had Esme seen their judgmental stares she would have no doubt cowered under the pressure. Nevertheless, Kameros was always watching out for her, even if she was oblivious to it. Em could have gone on for hours about just how sorry she was for the bracelet he had given her, however it was quick to come to a stop once the tiefling closed the small space between them– His head inclining towards the angel– Making Renesme's body grow tense. 
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Cut off of another mid sentence, Esme's breath retracted back in her throat like a small, soft gasp. She was forced to look up at Kameros, his honey dew gaze melting into her pool of stars. There was a rising heat budding from the young girl's cheeks, spreading across her face until it reached the tips of her pointed ears. As the bounty hunter loomed closer, his lips inviting themselves dangerously close to her own– Em's eyes fluttered between them and those devilish hues. Her instincts managed to draw herself away a few inches, if only for some much needed breathing room. Nevertheless, the guard nodded in agreement, a smile of pure bliss forming on upturned lips.
Frank
"Sweetheart, there's no need to apologize." Kameros shook his head with a smile, doing his best to ward off any sad or worried feelings growing in the angel's chest. The last thing the bounty hunter wanted was to upset Esme after not seeing her for such a long while. Kameros found himself staring a bit at the way she blushed when he spoke to her and smiles up towards him. The tiefling would be lying if he didn't find it the least bit adorable. "Well, do you need to do anything before we head off?" Kameros hadn't eaten since waking up earlier that morning, his stomach in knots for obvious reasons. He was already contemplating on where they'd go to eat, and when the Broken Barrel popped into his head he found himself smiling even bigger.

*They'd skip out on it for now.*

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"There's a nicer tavern this side of Ardunon. I don't know if the inkeep at the Broken Barrel wants me back there any time soon, even if that was a month ago." Kameros ran a hand up behind his head and let out a faint laugh, the memories of Thunder Fest filling his head. It was a wonderful knight, save for an especially racist elven man Kam had to put in his place. Although he was a bounty hunter, Kameros hated being violent outside of necessary situations. It only perpetuated the dozens of negative stereotypes about his race. It was less common in Findara, given the royal family were tieflings as well- that didn't seem to stop that bastard during Thunder Fest, however.

It was in defence of a woman's honor, and Kameros's own all things considered. He knew Esme could handle herself- their initial meeting was proof enough of that. There was a small, tiny bit of Kam that wished to have something of a rematch, without Esme's crazy sister interrupting them. Maybe the sorceress would take him up on it some time, though that night in Thunder Fest still swam around in Kam's mind. It ended perfectly, the two watching the fireworks as night swallowed Lucidien whole. Esme fell asleep towards the end of it, a memory that Kameros had kept with him each day since. The reminiscing however was halting their day together, however.

The two had lunch to eat, and Kameros had a gift for his angelic companion. The sooner they left the better.