Ariaâ€™s eyes widened for a second at Phoenixâ€™s words and then she smiled softly. â€œI would like that,â€ she replied. Despite the fact she had just spent ages standing straight, she remained still afraid that if she moved he would be gone. In some smaller part of her mind she was afraid that if anything changed all of this, the tree hideaway, the wings, Pheonix, would be a dream and disappear.<br/><br/>For a time she simply enjoyed Phoenixâ€™s warmth. As her magic began to settle further into her, the intoxicated feeling began to fade and she started to think on other things. Starting with the conversation theyâ€™d had the night before and Phoenixâ€™s reply to her question. Logically she knew that two people running from things did not make them safer, but put each of the individuals in more dangers. Still, there was another thought that crossed her mind and that is the one that she voiced. â€œI can help you hide now, you know.â€<br/><br/>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~~ ~ ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br/><br/><br/>â€œSo whoâ€™s Ace then, dearie?â€<br/><br/>Marcus half fell out of the tree in surprise as he recognized the voice. Moving silently, he glanced down from his perch and inwardly groaned. There she was. TamLin sat under his tree, leaning against the trunk and talking with some daydreaming girl. Her arms were crossed over her chest, curvier than most forest elves (courtesy of the dark elf blood). Her brown cloak was open, revealed her brown leather boots, worn from years of rough use, her leather greaves and vest came after so at least she was going to be stupid with some armor on. Under that was a white shirt covering her arms. On either hip hung a sword, the style of which humans called falchions. Marcus thought up a string of curses for his twin sister. She had her hood down! What in the seven Hels was the woman thinking? He retracted his earlier thought. He wished TamLin has been asleep. This wasnâ€™t the sort of entertainment he wanted.<br/><br/><br/>TamLin smiled at the girl, a soft and kind looking expression in her yellow eyes. Her brown hair was pulled back into a bun to keep it out of her way. No point in having waves of hair so it can blow in your face while you attack a carriage. Her skin, like so many of the forest elves, was fair with a clean complexion. Elves were charismatic creatures by nature and TamLin was no exception. Had she been dressed in soft velvets with a harp in hand and her hair down she would have looked nearly exactly like a stereotypical female elf: elegant and graceful in features and manner. The picture was only mildly fractured by the road dust on her clothing and the swords at her side.<br/><br/>TamLinâ€™s boredom in her own place further down the road had become unbearable. Trapped away for years doing things deemed appropriate for women, TamLin had a difference sense of adventure than her brother. Marcus didnâ€™t always understand how she viewed things, but he learned quickly each time she explained herself and he always accepted it. This time, however, TamLin wasnâ€™t sure she was going to get away with it. She had left her post to walk down the road to meet him and propose a supper break when she saw the lone lady. Half fascinated by the girlâ€™s red hair, she moved out of the silence of the shadows and spoke up. She didnâ€™t have her hood up, and was fairly certain that her brother was going to kill her for this later.