The rainbows had not long ago escaped into the kingdom of Blossom Forest, and yet it seemed that the pastel colored pup had already found herself in trouble. She had ventured into the dangerous depths of Laod Mor on her own, however, when exiting, Vera emerged with another soul. A much larger male; a significantly giant demon with scars that inhabited his entire bulk. The brute had not been a moment too soon in discovering her, either. Had he been any later, it was certain that the tiny pastel girl would have met with a terrible fate.

And how intrigued he was when he laid eyes on her! Vera was accustomed to the wide-eyed stares of awe, as well as their peaked curiosity, but never at this extent. The beast surveyed her from head to toe, examining her for the foreigner that she was. By the questions that he was asking, it was clear that the male was not knowledgeable about the Arcus Irae. So, in her burst of excitement, and mild revolt at the idea of being called a creature, Vera had recited her past for him. She’d even inquired about his own, but when the cloaked brute fell silent or avoided the subject, Vera was respectable of it. So, her friend was still a mystery. A puzzle that the tiny miss would undoubtedly try to piece together in their future.

Her new companion had made it perfectly clear to her upon his finding of her that she was not to travel alone. It was “an easy way to get hurt… or worse, killed,” the demon informed her. And this all only proved to puzzle and horrify the tiny girl. They had fled to Blossom in search of safety. What kind of world was it that wandering creatures should find themselves in trouble? And killed?! This was normal for them? Although, the reality was that male’s words were true. No matter how harsh they appeared. Vera had put herself at a risk that she probably would not have if she had been in the company of another. His words of wisdom stuck to her like glue, and so did he. When the sky brightened the next morning, the duo was off in search of Vera’s friends and guardians, the towering brute dedicated to helping her seek them out.

Néphelim. That was the title of the brute that the small fae currently laid upon the back of. She hugged her tiny silhouette against his damaged robes, daring not to let go in fear that she would tumble to the ground that seemed so terribly far away from her. He had been caring, tending to the minor wounds on her delicate paw pads, ensuring that she received a meal, as well as rehydration. He had even rinsed the heavy mud from her stained coat. Although now treated and left at only a small risk of infection, Vera’s paw pads were shredded from the unfamiliar and rough terrain. The girl herself appeared beaten and battered, the exhaustion from travel and escaping her near death beginning to take it’s toll on her. Her miniature limbs burned in agony from previous lack of use. Vera was utterly useless for travel, and if she was as eager as she seemed to find her rainbows, or hopefully even a single tempest, then she must keep moving. Her insistence was what landed her as a passenger upon Néphelim’s broad shoulders; a back seat driver directing him where and which way she desired to go.

Vera and Néphelim had traveled for some days, always returning empty-pawed. The tiny girl worked with what she knew, - the rainbows would definitely not be anywhere like the deadly swamp that she had previously ended up in. Her senses were confused. They begged her body to go this way, and then that, and then there. With everyone scattered, she did not know which impulse to follow. So they were left with no leads. Two polar opposites traveling blindly alongside each other.

Then there was finally something that pulled the tiny girl towards the rush of water. The sensation that dragged her around this entire time began to single out and intensify in the one direction. So, of course, she followed. The couple had only neared the hurried sound of the river whenever Vera heard it. A faint echoing of another’s smooth tones, however, this one was… familiar! Could it be?! Zwayne? The tiny girl squealed in delight, immediately composing her injured frame and pulling herself to stand upright upon Néphelim’s spine. “They’re here!,” she wailed, “Néphe! Néphe, let me down! I know where they are!” The colorful fae would wiggle and slide her way down his great side, and then she would take off into an unsteady and wobbly run.

Vera stumbled clumsily through the shallow streams that branched off of the main river. And when she finally saw them, the quartet of colorful and well known figures, she sprinted directly towards them. “Zawyne! Oh, Losa! Scamander! Fairuz!” she cried, her tiny frame sobbing with relief at the very image of them. Her limbs threatened to fall beneath her light weight, her paws stinging from the contact with the earth, but she ignored these terrible sensations and wrapped her delicate self around the each of them; taking a moment to embrace them all as if it would be their last. “I thought… I thought I would never find you,” hot tears threatened to spill from her bright purple hues. “I’m so glad that you’re all okay!”

It was only now that Vera took the rest of the gathering into consideration, her watery spheres of purple looking, in concern, to the accustomed image of Fairuz, and then to each of the unfamiliar faces. What on earth was wrong? She noticed first the darker male, and then her attention was directed towards the lighter vargs… and they had the same blue eyes that she'd told Néphelim about. As well as a foreign pull on Vera, much different from the connection she'd experienced with her fellow rainbows. “And.. you’ve found the tempests…” her tiny voice came out hushed and breathless, which was unusual for her enthusiastic and loud personality. Overwhelmed, her tiny silhouette reached to press uneasily against one of Néphelim’s tall appendages, should he have arrived behind her.