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Started February 24, 2022 by Deleted user

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"And what exactly am I starting?" Farah asked, glancing over at him with an arched eyebrow. She was tempted to use her magic and grow a tree in his way, but she refrained.

"A snark contest. Which will end badly for you." Qûs'ÿltn replies. He suddenly stops and throws out an arm to stop Farah in her tracks.

"We're being watched." he mutters.

Farah stopped instantly as she ran into his hand. "Wha–" she began until Qûs'ÿltn muttered, and she used her air magic to advance her hearing. It was so good to use her magic again. She heard an odd sort of breathing from the woods, like it was muffled. Someone was holding their hand over their mouth to hide the fact that they were there. "You're right," she murmured, her eyes darting around to locate whoever it was.

Qûs'ÿltn looks around, then whispers "I'll go left, you go right. Pincer movement. On the count of three."

"1."

"2."

"3!"

And with a small cry, he comes in like a rugby player, straight at a man cloaked in black.

Qûs'ÿltn was lucky Farah had been trained as a soldier. She went around the opposite direction, and as the man went to dodge Qûs'ÿltn, he ran right into Farah. The impact was enough to send them both to the ground, Farah on top of him.

(Not sure if you wanted this to be someone else, but it could easily be Saul)

Qûs'ÿltn chuckles, low and threatening, as the man tries to run away but runs into Farah. He loooks at the Faerie and says "Thank you dear."

He kneels beside the man. "Who are you?"

(Dunno, it's up to you really.)

(Idk who else it would be so…)

His hood had fallen back with his momentum, and clear grey eyes looked up into Farah's. "Oh gods," he breathed and his hands reached up to cup her face. "Oh gods, Farah? It's really you?"

Farah's entire demeanor softened at the sight of him. "Yes," she breathed, and he pulled her down against his lips to kiss her deeply. When she pulled back, her eyes took him in. How his face had changed over the years… "How did you find me?"

"I always know how to find my fairy," he remarked with a grin. "It might take sixteen years, but I'll find her."

Farah laughed, a foreign sound to her now. "Qûs'ÿltn, this is Saul," she introduced, not able to tear her eyes away from his. "My Specialist."

Qûs'ÿltn bows for a moment, then straightens, his signature mocking grin back in place as his entire demeanor changed. "Well hello there, Lover Boy."

Saul arched his eyebrows, and Farah rolled her eyes. Their understanding of each other's non-verbal communication hadn't faded, even over the years. Finally, Saul spoke. "Um, hi? Who are you?"

Qûs'ÿltn laughs. "I'm Qûs'ÿltn, Jackass extraordinaire. It is indeed a pleasure to meet you, Saul."

"Nice to meet you too," Saul greeted skeptically. Farah leaned down to kiss him again briefly before she stood and held a hand out to help Saul to his feet. Once they were both standing, Saul immediately wrapped an arm around her waist and studied Qûs'ÿltn. "So if I guessed you're another magical person, would I be right?" he asked.

By way of answer, Qûs'ÿltn summons a shit ton of lightning with a negligent flick of his wrist, enough electricity to stop the heart of a storm giant. "That answer your question?"

Saul snorted with amusement. "It sure does." He looked down at Farah. "Why are you out here making new friends without me, huh?" he teased, kissing her quickly.

Farah scoffed quietly. "I'm not." She cast a knowing look at Qûs'ÿltn. "I just happened to find him out here."

Qûs'ÿltn grins at Saul. "Not surprised in the least bit, are you?"

He turns and shakes his head at Farah. "Nope, switch that sequence. I found you."

"Nope, not at all," Saul replied at the same time Farah said, "I beg to differ!"

Qûs'ÿltn raises an eyebrow at Farah, completely ignoring Saul. "I distinctly remember me taunting you with rude gestures made out of rainwater. And nearly striking one of your faerie friends with lightning, plus pissing you off to the point where, well. . ."

He looks at Saul. "Make sure she doesn't lock up her magic for 16 years again and nearly detonate, alright? It would be bad for my health."

Saul chuckled at Qûs'ÿltn's recollection, but he quickly turned serious again after that, looking down at Farah worriedly. "What is he talking about?" he asked. "Farah?"

The fairy lowered her gaze. "Nothing," she mumbled.

Qûs'ÿltn snorts. "She won't tell you, so I will: you know when she disappeared after that horrible incident 16 years ago? Well, she's been refusing to use magic ever since on the assumption that as long as she used no magic, she'd do no harm to anyone except herself. I came along recently and made her realize how much of a dumbass she was being."

Saul frowned and looked from Qûs'ÿltn to Farah. "You cut yourself off from your magic?"

Farah sighed quietly. "It was because of Rosalind."

"Yes, she did," Qûs'ÿltn mutters. "And I nearly slapped her many times for being so stubborn."

Other than that, he's quiet.

"Farah, we talked about this– Is that why you left?" he demanded.

The fairy closed her eyes. "Saul…" she whispered.

Qûs'ÿltn recognizes the signs that Farah is about to lose it, and hastily steps forward. "Saul, drop it."

"Farah?" Saul asked again.

"Please, can we talk about this later?" Farah whispered. "I'm sorry."

Saul sighed and kissed her hair. "No, I'm sorry… I've just been so worried about you."

Qûs'ÿltn sighs. "Not to seem rude, but we still have places to go, right?"

Farah looked over at Qûs'ÿltn with confusion. "We found Saul. Where else do we have to go?"