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[Sai Huan Go]

The conversation with Vaet had gotten Sai to thinking, which wasn't really a good thing, for the more Sai found himself lost in his thoughts, the more depressed he became. He was worried about his old friend, the fire ruler. He knew that Vaet was concerned as well, and when Vaet was unsure of what was going on, then that meant that Lang was hiding something from them both.

Sai let out a long breath and allowed his wings to expand before fluttering down to sweep across the ground. In the fire's bright light, they appeared more orange and red in color. As always, the untouchable fire fey appeared terribly feminine and young, even though his 450 years marked him beyond the age most fey lived to be.

Just a few years behind Vaet and Lang, old enough to know them, but not old enough to ever truly be on their level. He frowned a little as the thoughts continued to invade their way into his mind. Did that mark him alone, then? Would Vaet have ever sought him out if he wasn't concerned about Lang, and what about the fire king? Had it not been a long time since he'd set eyes on his friend?

[Lang Na]

They must have both been distracted, for not moments later, one of the people in question nearly ran into Sai, and it was only by quickness of reflexes that they didn't both go tumbling down (while the idea of the eternal fire burning them was an impossible thought, it probably wouldn't have done very well for their clothes and such). Lang reached out instinctively, steadying his old friend with a hand on Sai's shoulder, and only afterward, after recognizing him, did he let go, snatching his hand back like it had been burned (an impossibility also, but yet here they were).

"Sai," he said, quietly, by means of greeting. It wasn't a warm one, or even lukewarm, if measuring by that scale. It was stiffly formal. He looked away, and then glanced back at the other fey, brow furrowing. It was difficult, and it never seemed to get easier. That was impossible - everything eased with time, from rock to ocean to iron wills. Maybe it just hadn't reached that point where doing this wouldn't strike a discordant chord in his own heart. "You should...be careful where you're going."