[i]Alon stepped back warily, his reflexes as quick as ever. Expecting worse, his hands already brushed the snow, a large chunk of it transmuting into a spear of pure ice. The shaft was crystalline in structure, the intricate spearhead resembling the wings of a wyvern. He was about to raise it when he saw who came, and with a sigh of relief, the ice turned to vapour as it drifted slowly down to the ground. His eyes glowed with familiarity, a smile on his face; he acted as if the display of anger never happened, and that only the here and now mattered. The here and now was Lance showing up, and if his long-time friend couldn't cheer him up, he didn't know who could. [/i] And if it isn't the best swordsman I know! Also one of the best lumberjacks around; we both seem to have a vengeance for them, haha. [i]The mage laughed, and the change of mood was welcome to him; he could use it. While Lance was in full body armour, the mage only wore a muscle shirt and sweatpants; an insane choice in such weather, but, it didn't seem to faze him at all. Put truthfully, he felt perfectly comfortable.[/i] I didn't know you were around, though! How have you been? [i]He seemed genuinely interested in hearing about where his friend had been, and listened intently for anything he was about to say. The cold edge in his voice never really meant much to Alon; he knew the type of person that was inside was his ally, and that was enough for him.[/i]