Fated Meeting

[SIARITH]

Eight long years had passed since the great war. Eight years that Siarith served as Ambrosia's servant with out question. So what had brought her out of the Toldale palace this evening? The sun was barely over the tree line when she had reached the Grove. The sky cloudless and painted in vibrant oranges, purples, blues and hues of pink. Even the sun was dancing off the Oak's white leaves and branches. However, the maiden that approached this holy place could not enjoy it's natural beauty. A red and black cloth covering over where eyes should be.

Even with out sight Siarith could find her way back to this place. Her movements graceful and elegant as she stepped into the center of the grove. A chill going up the woman's spine as she began to turn in place. A small smile appearing on her lips as she stopped, her body facing the tree of Saden.

" After all these years the Grove has yet to change. "

Siarith spoke softly, her hands clasped together in prayer. She bent down on one leg and gave a small prayer. When she was finished with the prayer she slowly stood back up. Her head turning to the side, hearing someone approaching.

" Here to enjoy the Grove?" She asked aloud.

[Aria Wurud]

Todale, her next stop in tracking down a certain elusive stick in the mud; this was close to the spot where they had first met....so it seemed like a good bet. Blue green eyes looked around in awe, so many things had changed in her absence. No longer did the red jeweled city stand....she had to wonder what happened to it...apparently even the royal colors changed. Making one of her favorite outfits a bit more awkward to wear. Which was why she was wearing just a plain long red sleeved tunic several sizes too big for her; along with a pair of brown paints tucked into knee high boots. The shirt was obviously not meant for her but she couldn't for the life of her remember where she had gotten it. The large shirt was fitted around her waist by a deep red sash showing off her thin waist. A black travel cloak fitted by a silver leaf rested on her shoulders. Her long hair was loosely braided and slung over one shoulder, strands falling out here and there.

She raised her face into the air, soaking in the last rays of sun. Scents wafted to her nose; a familiar strand almost forgotten crossed her nose. She breathed in once more; an image fixed in her mind. A broad grin broke across her face; luck at last.

Aria approached the grove; stopping only a moment the familiar feel was like being welcomed home. This grove held such a significant place in her memory. It was during her small trip down nostalgia lane that a voice called out to her. She poked her head out from the other side of her fathers tree. A delicate eyebrow arching up.

"No I'm just here to mark this tree as mine"

Her tone was slightly sarcastic, and the comment a bit odd. But odd was what she was; she stepped into the center of the grove with the odd blind folded girl...seriously what was with all these blind folds lately.