<div align="center">Feldor Kelmaric (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96661.msg4199702#msg4199702)</div>The days wears on as Feldor meditates at the edge of the clearing with no interruptions during which time the great cat Seiceron grows restless. Staying fairly close to his elven friend he still manages to wander into the forest a ways. Panting from the heat while still wearing his cold weather thick fur he searches out a source of fresh cool water. Finding a stream he drinks thirstily from it but it gives little relief from the California heat. He then walks slowly along the stream until coming to a spot where it widens and deepens. Upon seeing the deeper pool an odd sound of delight escapes from his throat. Taking three running steps he leaps coming down with a great splash in the center of the deeper water. Leaping and splashing he frolics happily in the cool water for quite some time.<br/><br/>After fully restoring his spent magical energies Feldor stands up and scans the clearing and surrounding forest. Not seeing Seiceron he walks into the forest and soon finds the stream. After taking a drink himself he spots the foot prints of his large friend in the muddy bank. Following the tiger’s trail he soon comes to the pool. Seeing the cat lounging in a shallow area letting the water flow around him Feldor smiles and says, “Some guardian you are running off to play in the water while I set helpless.” With a snort as if saying, “You were in no danger,” Seiceron simply looks back at the elf. With a light laugh Feldor says, “I understand my friend, it is much warmer here and unlike me you cannot simply take off your cold weather coat.”<br/><br/>After a moment’s thought Feldor strips out of his clothing leaving it and his gear on the bank. Taking several running steps he plunges into the deeper water. He comes up for air with a gasp, “Wow, that’s cold.” After shaking some of the water out of his long white hair he splashes the tiger. After receiving a spray of water in the face Seiceron springs up shooting out of the water and lands with a huge splash directly in front of the elf. The two friends start to wrestle and splash each other. After a considerable amount of time passes Feldor walks out breathing heavily but laughing and lies on the bank next to his clothing.<br/><br/>After taking several minutes to let his heart rate to slow and breathing return to normal, Feldor causes all the excess water to leave his body and hair with very minor use of his magic. After redressing and while picking up his gear he says, “The sun will be setting soon, we should get back to the clearing.”<br/><br/>As they come to the edge of the clearing Seiceron suddenly moves forward and drops into a crouch below the top of the foliage as if stalking some prey. Feldor stops to watch what the tiger is up to, but is only able to follow the tiger’s passage by observing the greenery opening in his wake. Stopping suddenly as he steps on and breaks a dead branch hidden in the grass Seiceron freezes and does not even breath for a few minutes. After hearing the man speak Feldor follows in the tiger’s wake and just before reaching his side Seiceron rises above the plants and sets down looking at the man. Stopping at his side Feldor idly lets his right hand rest between the massive shoulders of his striped friend. “Seiceron, must you always toy with strangers we meet?” Looking at the man on one knee holding a small blade he says, “I am Feldor. I apologize for Seiceron, but he is after all a cat and can be quite mischievous at times. Let me welcome you as a fellow traveler to this clearing. Please allow me to give you some friendly advice. First using such a small blade against someone like my furry friend is only likely to get you killed. Secondly I highly recommend that you release your hold on the node. Even for those of us trained to use them the sheer energy can be very dangerous. For the sake of safety why don’t we join together and make camp at the edge rather than in the center of the clearing?” Turning back to look at the tiger again he suggests, “During my meditation I sensed somebody using the oak corridors. I suspect that it is another coming here. Why don’t you go see if you can find him or her and see if you can guide this person safely back here.” He points in the direction he had sensed the natural magics being used.<br/><br/>Nodding his head as if fully understanding the elf’s words Seiceron stands and trots off into the forest the direction being indicated. Moving at his own pace he is able to easily cover many miles in a relatively short amount of time. He pauses very once in a while to test the scents on the winds. After his third such pause he picks up the scent of a woman and breaks into a run. As her scent gets stronger he slows to a walk. He finally reaches an ancient and mighty oak tree. Stopping several yards from the base of the great tree he sets down and looks up into the high branches staring directly at the spot where knows the woman is perched making sure he is fully visible from her position.