After getting Viren to admit that he was his bug pal, Aaravos floated back onto his horse, the color of his skin and fake horse dulled—transparent as if reflecting his 'Fallen Star' status. As they both rode along, or pranced along the trail to Xadia, Aaravos felt a fleeting gaze pierce him through the unkept bushes that decorated the magical forest around them. He felt someone glance at him—directly at him as if they could see him.

He blinked, looking around lazily to find the source of that prickling, the prickling that crawled down his spine. How could they have even spotted him?

His gaze locked onto their darting gaze, clearly having noticed his sudden awareness. Avoiding his vision and scurrying out of the bushes deeper in the magical forest, the creature ducked its head low. The subtle noise was left unnoticed by Viren's army; to them it was just a distraction—one to be ignored as they made their little voyage to conquer Xadia. The Fallen Star made a quick move to follow them, slowly and calmly, every (levitating) step quiet and deliberate as to not attract any attention from the creature.

He gently plopped himself down onto the ground, his gaze following the trail of trampled bushes; they looked like they had been haphazardly walked on—in a rush no less to avoid Aaravos. The startouch elf hummed as he walked towards the source of the noise, curious to see what this special creature was. It clearly wasn't ordinary if it knew he was there—nobody did—he was like a shadow, a voice that only Viren heard and listened to.

As he walked nearer, the sun slowly slipped underneath the horizon, only a bit of moonlight coupled with the shimmer of his hair illuminating his way. "Come out from wherever you are." He coaxed gently, the sound of his voice low and soft. There was no use in forcing it or the certain someone out of their hiding spot.

"I mean no harm," Aaravos added, raising his hands up in the air to signal that he meant nothing—he was just kindly asking for them to reveal themselves. Whatever they were.