Tae'lo'ren began to end his meditation the moment he felt Elariel end hers. He knew she would roam about in search of him or of her own curiosity. Their paths, since meeting, always entwined, however, and he knew that she would soon find her way to him. His eyes opened slowly, allowing his other senses to remind him of his surroundings first. It was an age-old military training procedure, one that life and wisdom had delivered good on time and again for the hunter. He knew she would not confine herself to a crowd, so he looked through them and, sure enough, found her near the entrance of the hold. He smiled and rose slowly, allowing the natural movements of his body to lift him from the ground.<br/><br/>Despite his training, Aeo'leth was still first to rise, already moving toward Tae'lo'ren as he rose to a standing position. When the fellow hunter stood before his brother-in-arms he paused, tilted his head in Elariel's direction and smirked. The two strode through the crowd in Elariel's direction, Aeo'leth offering a polite nod of his head as he passed while Tae'lo'ren stopped completely before his lover. "I'm going to go clean up. Perhaps we could take a walk together after?" It seemed an odd statement, being that his body wasn't glistening with perspiration.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>