@farenduil location: Realm of Rashemen, cottage in the Ashenwood notes: about time they talked again huh
It had been months without any real contact, Yavie felt the other's grief and he heard the news - but until Farenduil called he kept his distance. The fall eladrin wasn't without his own feelings on how things had transpired, but because he knew the Prince was venturing out into the Otherworld - Yavie had to follow. Because he wanted to see for himself what was out here, with eyes unclouded by eladrin bias, and to protect the man he'd been warded to for so long.
They had settled in the cottage, the petrified face of the barbarian elf stared distantly into the firelight. Yavie watched it from the limb of a barren tree, his features glowed with a violet hue brought on by the purple fairy light that illuminated this space. He'd never been anywhere so dark, it made him wonder what was out there - waiting for them in the trees.
"Are you ever going to talk to me again?" They'd greeted one another at their reunion, had chatted as they wandered through the Otherworld, but nothing of substance. Nothing significant. His head tilted towards the barbarian, the stone face twisted in visceral rage. "It's true what they say, you know? That our kind can weep themselves to stone, petrify in place. It was like that when my father died." Naturally, Yavie's father had looked quite different when it happened, Yavie had been a child then, and his hands were too small to keep the sorrow and stone from overtaking his father's skin. "I kept waiting for it to happen to you."