Velentham walked through the city of Westbridge, using his spells to keep himself from being seen. He took notice of a posting on a fountain, a call to action, but kept walking. There was a mission being conducted at the current time.
The falls were large and loud and for a moment, Velentham thought he had been duped. He let out a long sigh before realizing that to the right of the falls was, indeed, a path and a break in the water. Behind it was an entire cavern of sparkling crystals and a grand door. Velentham's heart halted as he pulled on the rope to announce his presence.
After only a few short moments, a rather large man came to the door. It unnerved Velentham for only an instant. "Hello. I'm sorry to disturb you. I was hoping I might have a moment to speak with the lady of the house?"
"Who are you and why are you here? Who has sent you?"
"I am here of my own accord and mean no harm. My name is Velentham Arenfeld. I knew Sanria from before."
"I'm sorry, I don't recognize your name, and I have been with Sanria for quite some time."
"You may be familiar with her planar trip then?" Velentham said.
"Yes..." The man at the door said with a scowl. Velentham pressed forward, sending calming energies into the man.
"I am from that plane."
"Well, you're obviously not the threat I may have expected..."
"Not by a long shot. I mean no harm. I am simply a friend come to say hello."
"Well, come in then," the man offered, his eyes still suspicious.
Velentham followed him into the house and looked at the grand foyer. It was truly beautiful and full of magic that kept it lit and green. He breathed in the air and it drove him giddy - the entire place smelled of her hair, her clothes - "You have come a long way," the man said, cutting into Velentham's thoughts.
"Yes. A long way indeed. I traveled with my cousin to bring him home, perhaps you know Gilean?"
"Yes, of course," the man said, relaxing a bit. "I didn't know he had met relatives during that excursion. I owe Gilean for helping to bring my Sanria home. Among other things."
'My Sanria' echoed in Velentham's mind and caused his ire to rise for an instant. Gilean took 'his' Sanria from him to bring her back to this mortal. "Yes... Gilean is good at helping things along."
"Look, there's something you should know," the man said, dropping his arms to his sides. "You see Sanria, she no longer has her memories. I'm sorry to say that it may be something of a wasted visit."
"Something like this is never a waste my friend."
And with that, a voice sounded from high above them, drifting down as though on the wings of the angels Velentham knew in person. He looked up at the sound of the voice, "Colin? Is everything alright?," and the heart in Velentham's chest fluttered with excitement. She was just as beautiful as he remembered - and she was right here.
Velentham didn't really hear anything else the man said. His eyes were fixed on Sanria as she moved down the stairs, holding an infant. From somewhere outside of his head, the buzzing coalesced into words, "We've just had a baby. Her name is Leandra."
"Congratulations," Velentham said as an afterthought.
"I'm sorry, what is your name?" Sanria said, and at the mere touch of her vision on him, Velentham smiled even more broadly.
"Velentham. Velentham Arenfeld, dear lady."
"Apparently you met him during your planar travel. He is a cousin of Gilean's too."
"The rose..." Sanria said in a near whisper, and Velentham felt a trill of excitement race down his back. She at least knew that much.
"Yes... the same."
Velentham watched the man, Colin as he remembered from Sanria's question, walk to her and put his arm around her. He knew the man was threatened, and Velentham felt himself containing his anger at the fact Colin was touching the woman he had come to take back. He couldn't let anything like that come to the fore, however - he had to gain acceptance first, then he would go to Sanria.
Velentham lifted their child, Leandra, into his arms. The tiny infant was a minature of her mother, but blonde, and Velentham felt a twinge of jealousy. This child should belong to him. He kissed the baby on the forehead, sending a wave of joy into the child, causing her to smile in her sleep.
"I hope you don't take offense to my forwardness," Colin began after the child was secure in Sanria's arms again, "but you... aren't human?"
It was the moment he had been waiting for. Velentham unfurled his wings from his back and set his skin to glowing. His eyes drifted to Sanria as he shimmered, and what he saw there pleased him. "I am a Celestial."
"You're beautiful," she replied.
Careful not to overstep his own plans, Velentham faded his wings back into invisibility and looked over at Colin who had shielded his eyes. "I know of your people," Colin said, "but I can't say that I have ever seen one of you in these realms."
"Yes... most of the time my people make their home on Elysium, a plane far from here."
"Now that you have accompanied Gilean here will you be returning there?"
The game was afoot, and Velentham knew it. At the mention of Gilean and his home - the place that for now was well beyond his reach - Velentham stifled a scowl. "Not for some time, I'm afraid."
"Really? Do you have a different destination?"
"I've arrived at my destination, actually."
"Here?" Sanria asked.
"Indeed," Velentham replied.
