There was only one person sufficient enough for this task. It wasn't that her skills were enough, they were beyond Aisa's expectations. But she was the only one, other than Medea, who Aisa could warrant such trust to. Pressing the metal object against her lips, the silver metal fogged up with the cold chill of her breath. Aisa's silent footsteps pressed in the direction of her goal, her other hand pulling the hairbands lazily from her twin tails. Her long ebony locks swept over her figure, the tension of a Protector disappearing almost entirely as each lock fell forward.

"Ylaria, are you around?"

It had been a long time, around the time the hunters decimated the clans, that Aisa had seen Ylaria last.