Anarya picked up a water canteen nearby and handed it to the shaking mortal. Taraphiel took it gratefully and had her fill of the water. As she set it down it seemed as though sanity creeped back into her eyes and the smoke that had filled her distraught face cleared, leaving the Taraphiel Anarya knew.
"Now Taraphiel, try to breath slower," Rudhchamion coaxed.
Suddenly Anarya felt as though the wind had been knocked out of her. An ill breeze swirled around where they sat, kicking up and leaving as quickly as it had come.
"Something is about," Khelek warned, shaking slightly with cold and anxciousness.
"Its them," Taraphiel breathed.
Anarya looked over at the mortal in horror, "Who Taraphiel?"
"Them." was all the answer she got back.
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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