To say Zephan was surprised to see me would be a huge understatement. He just -stood- there, staring at me like I was a ghost. In a way, I suppose I was. The teenager he'd abandoned in his home village, standing in front of him as an adult, six years after he'd walked away in the middle of the night. He didn't appear to know what to say, so I quickly delivered my message, fully intending to leave directly afterwards. But then he uttered the dreadful phrase 'We need to talk.' After so many years, and so many conversations, that simple little phrase tore me in two. I wanted to run as far and as fast as my legs would carry me, but I longed for the way we used to sit and talk for hours, forgetting anything but our conversation. Begrudgingly, I agreed to talk to him, and after the celebration had finished, he led me to the nearest quiet spot.
As soon as we'd set out, the years of trying to hide from Kellan without him there boiled up inside me, and instead of sitting and talking, I lit into him with anger, hissing and shouting like the worst kind of fishwife. I screamed, cried, threw a tantrum, and through it all, he was quiet, his face growing more and more pained and sad. I don't know how long I vented my frustrations on him for, but by the time I was finished, I was actually tired, as though I'd physically thrown each word at him. And still, he was silent and sad, waiting for me to finish ranting. Finally, I fell silent too, my anger dissipating as I saw how sad I'd made him. We sat in silence for a while, but not the comfortable silence of before. For the first time ever, I actually felt uncomfortable in his presence. I couldn't wait to leave.
After I had calmed down enough to speak in a normal tone of voice, I asked him if he planned on visiting his parents, to reassure them. He sighed, and said he would, then asked what I planned to do. I told him I would be leaving, to try and find my own way in the world. He looked indescribably sad, and for a moment, I almost regretted what I'd said. I almost blurted out that I never wanted to leave his side again, but the thought of our six years apart stopped me. He was a fully grown man when he'd left, and I was just a silly teenager. Obviously he'd have moved on, and after all, we'd only ever shared one single kiss, brief, and easily forgotten. He insisted on escorting me to Hydlaa, where I'd be safe, and find work. I agreed to this, thinking he'd leave me at some inn, and that then I could try to build a life from nothing, and move forward, even if I'd never truly move on.
We took the journey to Hydlaa in easy stages, Zephan insisting on regular breaks so I could sit and rest. Although I didn't let him know it, I was grateful for those breaks. It seemed the hunter's life suited him, and he was far fitter than he'd been when he still lived in the village, easily outstripping me in stamina. We talked as we walked, and as we rested, and I found out that he'd managed to build himself a decent life in the city, and had made friends with several people. The knowledge made me uneasy, and more than a little sad. If he had friends, then surely he had someone special. I tried my best to hide how sad that made me, and cursed myself for taking so long to follow him, and for making such a mess of our reunion. Of course, Zephan knew I was sad. He even asked me why I looked so upset more than once, but I kept avoiding the question, not wanting him to know how strongly I still felt for him.
That evening, we arrived in Hydlaa. As we'd drawn nearer to the city walls, we'd fallen into that uncomfortable silence again, and I was dreading having to say goodbye. I had no money, practically no marketable skills, and nowhere to sleep. My only option would be to try and find someone willing to pay me to run messages, and hopefully make enough to pay for a room for the night. The further we walked into the city, the more I began to fear that I'd end up in some doorway, prey to whoever walked the night. Zephan led me to Kada-El's, and bought us both a drink. Clearly, he intended on staying with me, at least initially. Although I was grateful for his company, I felt a little guilty for taking him away from the life he'd built for himself. I tried to make the water pouch he'd handed me last for as long as possible, but it seemed to be gone far too quickly. Once Zephan had finished his drink too, he led me back out into the night, saying something about finding me a place to sleep.
My heart sank. Clearly, he seemed to view me as a charity case, a face from his past that he would help out of duty and reminiscence. Before I had chance to think over my choice of words, I heard myself ask the question I didn't want an answer to. 'So, is there someone special in your new life?' He paused mid-stride, and turned towards me with a sad little smile. 'Yes, there is,' he said, 'but she doesn't seem to know it.' I forced a smile onto my face somehow, and took a deep breath to steady myself before continuing, 'Well, you should tell her how you feel, then! How is she meant to know unless you say something to her?' He sighed, and carried on walking without a reply. I felt as beaten up as if I'd just had a run in with Kellan. Of course there was someone he'd fallen for. How could I have been so stupid?