The blood of our Alliance

It was rare for Seer to call for her.  Usually he just found her wherever she was.  Curiosity and slight panic pulled the small woman from her duties.  Without her pack,  she raced towards the direction of the call, spindly legs carrying her quickly over the terrain. 

She could see him in the distance.  He sat,  unmoving and her worry grew. She threw on a burst of shoes,  only skidding to a halt when she was near enough to insist him.  "What happened?  Are you okay? " the tiny fae checked him,  looking for injuries.  She'd forgotten her damn bag and would have to go back to get it if he was hurt,  but he looked whole. Io arched a brow,  green and gold eyes moving to his pensive face.  "What's going on? "