[Amanaduial the archer]

"Bite me yah prick." Zohariel said calmly, inspecting her nails. Hreeza whooped and did a somersault in the air, before hastily turning it into a cough. Arawils eyes narrowed as the newcomer walked away, starting a fire by the roadside.

"Looks like we'll be having a small stop." Hreeza muttered. She didnt know what she liked about Zohariel; by rights she should find her even more irritating than Dykoria. And the talk of death in the air... Arawil rounded on her, interrupting her thoughts.

"How dare you?" She snapped.

"What? Pardon me, Mistress of Manners, and this time that would be meant if you werent taking it out on me, but whatve I actually done?" Hreeza was genuinely startled.

"Bringing that insolent mongrel here, then acting as if she was the Valars gift!" She took a deep breath but didnt give the sprite enough time to reply. She lowered her voice, sounding disappointed. "I was under the impression that the elementals were loyal to their friends." She dismounted and began to walk towards the fire.

"No wait." Hreezas soft words stopped Arawil. She was mortified- She had never meant to insult the maia. "Please...I didnt mean to insult you O Maia. I am at your service, you know that. I will always be loyal to you, even if I do have...well, ok, if i do have a sense of humour."

The woman stopped, watching Hreeza carefully. The wind sprite shifted uncomfortably- she could never read Arawils emotions like she could the others. Eventually she sighed then raised an eyebrow. "Dont you forget it. You serve the Mistress of Manners alright?"

Hreeza soft laugh of relief rippled around Arawil and the maia half smiled before stalking back to the fire, pointedly ignoring Zohariel. The necromancer remained a mystery to Hreeza, but she didnt feel to wary of her- she had found, at first examination, a great love of nature and a wish and passion of healing. No harm would come to Zohariel Canute, but she still had alot to prove to Arawil Spiders Bane. Like Hreeza herself.