The distance had indeed kept Iorwerth from realising he was being followed. Truth be told he probably wouldn't have been amused to discover that his sister had been following him to ensure he was ok. He was after all perfectly capable of caring for himself, and would have been highly offended to know that Cirala thought otherwise. Fortunately though it didn't seem like it was going to be an issue, not with the amount of ground that had been covered and the large space still between them both.
It was only as Iorwerth slowed in the south that matters started to change and now today Cirala's little plan seemed like it was about to shatter into pieces, her presence finally revealed to the man. The scent crept upon him at first, a frown meeting his features as he paused. Then as the gust of wind pushed the smell further towards him, he turned spotting the familiar form. Cirala was certainly Yahir's daughter when it came to appearance, in the same way that Satu was near identical to their mother. Iorwerth it seemed had become a rather handsome mixture of the pair if he said so himself.
His gaze was now fixed upon her as he steadily strode closer towards her. His expression told not how he felt about this, still entirely unreadable he came to a stop once he had closed some of the distance. "Cirala." The only form of greeting or real recognition that was bestowed upon her, but then they certainly were not close for a brother and sister. "Why are you here?"
