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At last, the orders had been filled. Well, except for the few that needed more attention to detail, but pay no mind to those. Aelius was ready to get out of the stuffy old forge, to get the smell of sulfur and metal out of his bones. No sooner had he nudged his chosen awake (more like pulling all the covers off of her, and when that didn't work, pulling her and the covers off), and escaped her wrath, he was out the door. With careful precision, the buck raced out of the city, Rosalie all but screaming apologies to those he nearly jostled from upon his back, clinging for dear life to his horns, and took one majestic leap over a small sheep that happened to be in the way. Freedom! Dear sweet freedom!

He headed for the pastures right outside the city walls, where few ever strayed, and wasn't going to bother about avoiding camps. He was headed straight for it, when he suddenly veered to go past it instead, and with his chosen's grip weakening, it shouldn't have been any surprise when she fell off on the outskirts of Warwick's camp. The redhead would have screamed, had she not been trying to warn the damn buck she was slipping, and the last words she got out were...

"BLOODY DAMMIT AELIUS SLOW THE--"

Oof. Luckily there hadn't been any rocks on her landing pad, though she skidded a little bit. In a bit of shock, she coughed out the air that seemed to have wedged itself in her throat, not quite forced out by the impact. Carefully, she sat up, rubbing her cheek, now scratched from the impact. Nothing broken. She thought, at least. And he was still prancing around, he was going to get words, this one was. The smith was about to start rolling off the curses to the high heavens when she realized two sets of eyes were watching (or were they?) and she stopped herself right in time.

Well.

This was awkward.

Rosalie met Wren's eyes in pure awe. She hadn't ever seen an Awakened Guardian, and while she did recognize that the graceful creature was something akin to her own guardian, she had yet to know fully of her power. However, the brightly colored Warwick was soon to steal her gaze away, She hadn't ever seen so many colors in a place other than perhaps a tailor's shop, even if they were dulled from travel.

Carefully, staggering a bit, she managed to get to her feet, and began to brush the wet dirt and slow off of her clothing. Her hands stung to high heaven, but they'd stop in due time. So much for not wanting to wear gloves.... "I'm....I'm fine." She managed breathlessly, breath freezing in the air. It seemed like it could be magic at that moment, and she couldn't keep her eyes from darting between the two. Who were they, what was she? So many questions were firing away in her mind until...

Aelius finally noticed that there was nothing on his back, and glanced back towards whence he came. Now when had she gotten off? The buck then noticed the rather evident imprint of his chosen in the snow, even the skid up to it, and froze. Oh no she was going to be mad, wasn't she? He carefully prodded at her through their link, only to have rather serious eyes upon him. Head hung low, he made his way over, sending over how guilty he felt about it all.

He would have made it all the way over too, except he stopped, also in awe of the rather graceful eminence of Wren. Now this was different! However, with a little more prodding, he did make his way over to his chosen's side, sniffing at her hand. She wasn't too terribly hurt was she?

Rosalie was careful after Warwick approached her to not completely ignore him, though the grace of the awakened doe was hard to ignore. Watching her lean against him, almost as if she was talking to him, was also fascinating, and it was almost as mystical as the Ward Tree itself. She found herself no longer clutching as hard to her cloak to keep warm, far too enthralled with both guardian and chosen to remember.

Aelius was already begging forgiveness from her, nuzzling her hair with his nose. Oh poor poor Rosalie! He was so sorry, and wasn't giving a second of silence in their bond, completely concerned with the scrapes and bruises that would be revealing themselves.

"That would be.....Wonderful. I'm terribly sorry I..." She managed to choke out, still partially in shock from the fall. Her hands were still shaking, and she was finally starting to calm down.

Rosalie was forever grateful to Warwick as he helped her to the fire's side, Aelius close by on her other side in case she happened to take another spill. She sat down, finally remembering the cold as it sank into her bones, and gathered her cloak again, shivering just the slightest bit as she held in around her. As the fire warmed her, she became more steady, shaking less. When it finally seemed to have calmed even her voice, she spoke.

"She's absolutely gorgeous...." She murmured of Wren, glancing back to the ethereal doe. "Is she....a guardian? I've seen does...But none like her." There was just something about her she couldn't put her finger on. Was she a guardian? Were there different types? Ah, she had no idea. And yet....The same experience she'd had at the Ward Tree, seeing Idriss, and meeting the other guardians, she felt the inspiration creep back, taking hold of her heart. Yes, there was no way her hands would be idle when she returned home, injured or not.

"Tells you?" Rosalie was smart, and knew exactly what to pick up on. Well yes, the beautiful lady before her was a Guardian. And...She could communicate more clearly. "Through...The bond?" She tapped her head lightly, trying to explain in case he wasn't familiar with the word. Her eyes turned back to Warwick, the rather whimsical looking young man who must be her chosen.

"Yes, his name is Aelius by the way. In case you didn't hear me...ah...using such foul language at him." Oh she had the temper on her, and certainly was aware of what she had said. It didn't seem like he minded too much, thankfully. "Still growing? So....So she used to be the regular size of the does I've met?" This was what really caught her interest. "They....They get bigger? I haven't seen any like yours...The bucks. They get bigger as well?" Oh she was completely focused on Warwick now, eyes full of curiosity, ears ready to catch his words as she leaned forward.

Aelius' ears perked at Wren's huff, looking towards the lady curiously again. He didn't understand...Bigger? Like her? He inched a little closer to his own chosen, and then, as regally as he could, snuffed out his own greeting to the lady.

Aelius jumped. He was not used to this. This was odd and strange and how in the world did the lovely lady's tail get so long?! He shrunk back closer to his chosen, not so regal after all. What was she?

"Short? Her?" Rosalie looked even more exasperated than Warwick had. There were bigger ones, and just trying to wrap her mind around that fact wasn't easy. "S-So....Will Aelius...?" The look she gave to her own guardian was in pure awe. Aelius was obviously confused as well, meeting his chosen's eyes and very quickly answered with his own feelings to her.

She turned back quickly, laughing slightly nervously at his offer of rice and beans. "Oh no, I'm perfectly--" The smith began, only to be interrupted rather rudely by a noisy gurgle from her complaining stomach. She flushed slightly, biting lightly on the inside of her bottom lip, before sighing. "Yes."

The smell was simply amazing. Making note to perhaps one day do this, over her own large fire, she took the bowl graciously, just inhaling the scent, before carefully eating, lest it scald her tongue. It seemed luck wasn't quite on her side, and the searing burn remained for a second before disappearing, though she didn't seem to care.

"Talking?" That was the biggest shock to her. They could talk now. "That's...amazing. Though I do have to wonder what my boy would sound like. He's a terrible goofball most of the time, so I can't imagine having to put a voice to it...." Though to be fair, she had created one for him in her head. Something that would ramble excitedly like a child. At least, that's what is images and emotions would translate to.