Chapter 14

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Tal wore her hooded cloak with the hood hiding her face. Xypherius was acting a touch oddly since her meeting with Tyrael and it worried her to the point that she was now using her cloak to hide herself from the powerful angel. She was glad that her cloak had an enchantment on it to keep her from being found by anyone to include Xypherius; but as she ran through the forest, her feet silent upon the ground filled with fallen leaves and the few remaining piles of melting snow, she could not shake the feeling of being followed; but whenever she checked around her, she did not pick up her mate's scent nor any other for that matter. Only a spirit would be scentless. But as Xypherius told me only Malthael is a spirit and I see no reason for him to follow me or how he would be able to follow me so far from Sister. I better keep moving I need to get to her as soon as possible. Tal continued on through the forest until she came to a clearing where another woman waited patiently.

"Your late." The woman spoke to her directly as Tal lowered her gaze.

"Forgive me. I have the haunting feeling of being followed by one who cannot be seen." Tal closed her eyes and lowered her head like a scolded puppy.

"I am aware, tell me have you spoken to Myriam directly yet?"

"I have not but I was planning on it as soon as I left here. I sent my mate ahead of me to warn her that I will be there as soon as possible."

"Talarine, you are almost too busy for your own health," the woman pointed out. "You need to slow down."

"But I cannot help it...I have been so busy lately that I just seem to forget." Talarine admitted.

"I know maybe one day you and your mate can just rest for a day."

"Maybe..." Tal looked away as her thoughts turned dark for a moment. "But so much has been happening lately that I doubt we-" The sky above had clouded over with fat grey rainclouds and now drops of rain could be felt falling slowly. Tal and the woman looked up when Tal looked towards the woman she was gone. "She's gone?" Tal sighed but never once did she remove her hood. What did she mean by telling me to slow down? I cannot rest anytime soon. Especially with the way Xypherius has been acting lately. Now the rain began to fall at a calm and steady pace but she only felt the drops as they hit her cloak and hood but not the cold they brought with them. She turned but stopped as she had a thought, "Xypherius..." Just a whisper of his name brought the powerful angel to her side. She had promised to call his name when she finished with her odd meeting with whomever had sent her the letter she held close. Xypherius picked her up and vanished, teleporting them to Myriam so she could speak to them.

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Tal never removed her cloak as it was still raining; however as she spoke with the seer, the Nephalem's 'friend', the same one Shade had almost neutered, saw Tal and wanted to try and make a move on her.

Tal saw him approach and sighed Xypherius had left for the heavens for a moment but he was back and, along with being invisible, wanted to watch Tal's reaction to the lawless scoundrel. Tal ignored the man but kept a hand on her own Valkrien Dagger as a just-in-case. When he tried flirting Tal gave him a warning look but he seemed to ignore it. Finally he tried to grab her wrist and she snapped, yanking her dagger from its protective sheath she sent the man flying with her open hand then rushed him and held him to the wall of a nearby building with the dagger to his throat. "Listen and listen good scoundrel, my mate is Xypherius in the case you have forgotten. Be glad that you are dealing with a dagger to the throat instead of a sword through the gut or even having to suffer with nightmares of me shifting into my wolf form. You are lucky that I am just holding you with a dagger to the throat. Remember this mortal: Xypherius may be saintly when it comes to dealing with you but I will shed you to pieces and shatter them around without a second thought." She pushed the dagger closer to his skin and managed to open a tiny cut. "If you think I am joking try placing a hand on me again."

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