<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">The tea was delightfully warm, and K’risti basked in its herbal powers of relaxation and clarity, wondering absently how long she would have to wait to meet her new Guardian, when the doors opened suddenly to usher in a gleaming angel of uncommon beauty and grace. <br/><br/>The teacup hovered in mid air on its route to her lips, her hand frozen there by the sight before her, his words to Elena formal and clear of ambiguity, reverberated in her ears causing them to twitch with delight. But when he bowed, so reverently, and introduced himself to her, she found her own response to catch in her throat, and she felt in sudden need of breath. All she was able to muster was a blink of her bright eyes, because she needed to check her vision, and a second blink, because she didn’t trust the first one. She was silently thankful Elena spoke up and commanded his attention away from her, allowing K’risti to breathe, and Elana’s authority demanded the illusionist to tear her eyes away from the heaven sent beauty. <br/><br/>The moment of sanity did not last long, this heavenly body was her new Guardian; the realization caused her to send up a silent thankful prayer to Talisid, for it had to be his hand at work here, how else could such a perfect Guardian come to be assigned to her?</span></span></em><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;"><br/><br/>At the mention of her name, her duty to the Order and Elana came into sharp focus and she gathered the appropriate decorum, “It shall be as you directed. We are ready.” It felt good to have her voice once again, even if it was a rote reply, requiring little thought. She reprimanded herself for her haste to comply, remembering her niceties and position she purred her words with delight, “Thank you for the pairing with Sir Kye, I will honor your choice with faithful service to the Order and to my Guardian.” It came out a little too embolden of her she thought, but she meant her gratitude and vow, nonetheless. <br/><br/>Setting the teacup upon the table she offered up her query, “What of this place should we endeavor to divine? Do we have any restrictions, prohibitions, or goals that we should have knowledge of, in handling a newly found ruin?” the words were strongly stated with her conviction to perform as required, but spoken softly and matter-of-factly to her mentor and instructor. A mentor she now found her self adoring in a beautiful and heavenly new way.</span></span></em>