[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    watched warily as the beast began to move, but he didn’t strike and unable to see the gathering motes of light as Ophelia could, Farren reacted not in the slightest once it had settled into a state resembling prayer. Frowning, the azure-eyed hunter regarded the beast for a long moment before shaking his head slightly. Then it reached out to Ophelia and his eyes widened fractionally, but before he could act, its claw lightly tapped his ally’s forehead and a series of expressions seemed to wash over the woman’s features. Farren took a single step forward, but again before he might do something drastic, Ophelia spoke and Farren’s eyes darted to her, noting that she seemed entirely unharmed.

He started to relax, though he gave the white-haired beast a suspicious look. However, as Ophelia explained what the beast had done, his brows rose and his eyes widened. Farren wanted that Rune on his mind…but not before they returned to the Dream, for as much as he itched for it…for the influence of that Garden to be well and truly gone, he knew it wasn’t practical to assume there would be no further encounters ahead of them. After all, more echoes riding within his blood was a blessing all its own and it was not one he would so simply give up on for the mere comfort that this new Rune might offer..

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Teach it to us,”[/b][/color] Farren said, his voice stiff and measured as he held back how badly he wanted that power. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“...but I will keep the Heir Rune for now…until we return at least.”[/b][/color] That said, Farren joined her in fully freeing the lightbeast for though he remained vigilant and somewhat wary, much of his suspicion had waned.