"Rashel?" he called into the air, startling Tanzaa. "I know you're here somewhere, watching us."
It took a moment, with Tanzaa's nails biting into his hands in her alarm, but eventually, Dayvian saw Rashel fade from the moonlight coming toward him through the trees. Tanzaa caught sight of her and faced the magician, her hackles up in alarm and oddly enough she shifted to stand between Rashel and her betrothed, protecting him. Dayvian found it charming, but he also felt it unnecessary. Tanzaa's distrust of magic was well-founded, but she didn't have the experience of someone who had traveled in the Land and had heard the stories of the Wise Ones and their benevolent magic.
"No, she won't harm us," he reassured Tanzaa.
"Dayvian," Rashel nodded to him and then added with a second nod, "Tan
