[i]He was taken aback by the sudden intensity, but regained his composure quickly and smiling it off. Her actions didn't surprise him, though; it was her that said there was plenty to say without words. Lana, that was her name. And the bodyguard, Seth. He would remember those names, amongst the library of those that he already had memorized. Watching them run away, he couldn't help but suppress a giggle; although Seth seemed nice, his hardship did bring him a little joy. Watching him run behind Lana was fascinating, her legs moving her small frame faster and faster, the mage marveling in the Origami flying from her wraps as she ran. With a wary eye, he stared the butterfly down as it landed on his shoulder, slowly unfolding into a small paper flower. Too scared to breathe lest he knock it over, he just held his breath, staring at it with admiration. It was... heart-warming. Magic that didn't just create or destroy. It was something that instantly caught his respect; another art he looked forward to possibly learning. The wind carried his words to her, the gusts whispering "Look" into her ears. As she turned her head to look, Alon fired off distinct signs to communicate with her before she seemingly left. He didn't know her end destination, and he honestly didn't care; she was safe under Seth, and he knew their paths would cross again one day.[/i] [b]Until next time, dear friend?[/b]