Crescent Moon, Desert Storm. Kel repeated over and over her head as she swirled, twirled, spun her glaive in the air, following the age-old techniques of the Yamani glaive dance. She stepped forward with her right foot and swiftly brought the blade down to the dirt, finishing her Lotus Leaf. Beads of sweat embellished her forehead, rolling gently down her brows, then lashes. She untied her hair and flung it in the evening wind, shaking off the sweat and heat from her exercise.

Raoul saw a distant figure swirling a long lanced weapon and immediately recognized it to be a glaive. With that information, he derived the figure to be Kel, the girl who was currently in his mind. His steps faltered, unsure of whether or not he should approach her at the current moment. He didn't want to intrude at an intimate moment and he wasn't sure if he wanted to see the girl who was currently throwing his sanity out the window.

Kel saw his hulking figure at the edge of the forest. Probably came from the Royal Forest, she thought to herself as she stared at the figure. He didn't show any signs of movement, either towards or away from her. Is he waiting for me to make the first move? she asked herself, looking for any visible signs. Like Raoul, she wasn't sure if she wanted to intrude on his hermitage, which is rarely achieved.

She sighed heavily. Maybe later, she thought and picked up her glaive from the ground.

He saw her go through her routine again. He sighed, either from relief or disappointment, he didn't know.