The clothes had changed as much as the man. House Ahrimanes was present in colors but the expensive frippery had been exchanged for the traditional Eladrin battle garb of the Coronal Guard. A tight long-sleeved, dark blue undershirt was tucked into tailored pants that provided mobility as well as protection. The T’Kilyani looked like a thick sleeveless robe with thick cloth spaulders in charcoal gray with gold highlights. A three-tiered belt wrapped tightly around the T’Kilyani, keeping it closed and a white sash, embroidered with the Eye and the Storm of the Ahrimanes over the heart, hung with three tiny diamond pins over the House symbol, marking him as someone who served with honor and distinction.

Ramar felt a two prong stab of jealousy. He had never made it to the Coronal Guards himself. And someone was teaching his student.

He realized he’d been staring for a long time and Jendayre had just been staring back.

Waiting.

“It’s been a long time, Jheni.” Ramar said finally.

“Indeed it has, Maven.”