AYLETH
When Falek had tugged her away from Etan and Borsche, down a side street, she'd assumed it was an agreed destination and started after him, expecting the other two to follow. But no more than a minute later she could feel the bond growing distant and soon after, sendings of love and comfort from Etan.
"What's going on?" she hissed at Falek, her hood still up and high so she had to turn all the way around in her saddle to see behind her—but there was no sign of Etan or Borsche.
"We're meeting at the opposite gate in three hours," Falek muttered below the level of noise in the street. "Don't panic."
"But we weren't supposed to separate!"
"This is a much safer way to travel, given the announcement. Eyes will naturally look for young couples—and red hair. Keep your cloak up Ariel," he said pointedly, "We'll return to your betrothed soon."
