Salvitas gave a smile as Luminar left, her hand lingering with his touch. "He will come... Then we may prepare..." she said lightly, closing her eyes to rest. Others came into the room to ask questions, for her to sign this or ask that, which she curled her lip and spoke, making those around her cringe. Luminar came back thankfully and took up his role in doing all this meanial stuff, that she really had to love in doing; but it was all part of the play that she was just an actor in. As soon as all was put to rest, she would take her friend out, and together they would greet the new one.<br/><br/>Come midnight, Luminar and Salvitas roamed the crossroads, her dressed in robes with the hood pulled to cover her face, Lumina in his standard dress of gilded robes, his hood down, his eyes seeking. He knew she was doing her best to be out doors, her natural adversion to it long grained into her soul from the years of her past lives living alone, abandoned. But since they had met, he had seen her laugh-- once, though such a rarity was almost lost to the years-- and had seen her cry. It was those small moments that he knew she was still human, though her eyes told a different story. Just one look to them and you could see the many years she hid behind her smooth face, her staring scowl, all the torment and loneliness she hid from those who wouldn't understand. No, if there was one who could sway these new powers in the world, it would be her.<br/><br/>With almost sudden inclination, she stopped, looking off to the west. "He comes...." she said as quietly as the breeze that swept past them, but years of listening to her gentle speech lent him ear to her words. With a bowed head, he stood next to her to wait for their new arrival. He would have many questions for sure; it was whether or not she decided to give the answers was the true question. A quick look to her, past the hood and careful mask she wore, gave him the sight of the young girl, worn with age, eager to meet a new face, while at the same time scared to. The last of the Chosen they had met refused them. Refused her knowledge, refused their truths, to believe his own lies. She was hoping that this one would be different. Hoping that this one would believe, before it was too late. Surly the nightmares had driven the last mad by now; she could stop them with this one. All he need do is ask.