He had revealed his whereabouts early on. The mere chance of losing such a valuable time put restraints to rest - the young Sylvari dashed to the spot he was told to wait. What had come of those days? when times of peace were once so easily rendered. Time was fleeting, promise-breaking, life-changing, everything opposite to the young man's plans. Was it worth his time to address such matters under further stress? Was it really the best time for this acquaintance, when he was so requested by the locals to diminish a dying spirit?
Xennon worried not; the thought of this once-per-lifetime event emboldened him to further pursuit. He'd only seen this good man twice before, and he was not about to let this chance slip away. Zazobe treated Xennon with brotherly kindness, something he'd never found amongst his own fleshy counterparts, much less Xennon's naive kind. Forcing himself to finish those last stretches upward, he closed his end to the hilltop, bending over in exasperated exhaustion. He nearly puked from the strain his body held, yet his thoughts quickly turned as a familiar, bold voice addressed him.
"Well, look at you, there. I'd never seen a tree run harder in his life." Xennon looked skyward to his friend's face. The mesmer looked down upon him with equal respect. Xennon slowly stood upright, his sides twitching with the extensive run. Alas, a smile covered his face, and after a moment of recovery, the young men embraced in brotherly fashion. With separation, handshake followed, and never had Xennon experienced so glad a feeling before.
"I thought I'd see you nought for several weeks."
"Time is funny like that, isn't it?" Zazobe replied. They shared more enthusiasm as conversation ensued, with cheerful demeanor that any two friends could reflect onto the other. They caught up their lives to the current, Zazobe returning to his ever-faithful Kryta, whilst Xennon's failed attempts to get there ensued.
"You're only working up from Brisban, still?" Zazobe asked with disbelief.
"Venturing alone was something I lacked in."
"Are you sure?" Zazobe insisted, "You're doing a finer job than I."
"Well, that's only your opinion, my friend," Xennon answered. "I'm not sure why I can't seem to stay put."
"Maybe that's part of your dream. Didn't you say you received one?" Zazobe, though living in Caledon for some time, was unfamiliar with the lore of his fellow man's people. Luckily, he had such a friend to show him otherwise.
"All Sylvari experience dreams, my friend," he clarified, shaking his head. "It only depends on the outcome of the dream."
"Well, what of that Wyld Hunt that I heard about?"
"For the select few."
"Are you one of them?"
"Well, there's a problem with that, Zazobe."
"And that would be?"
"If I was, I didn't linger long enough to discover." They laughed with the truthfulness to the joke, and continued for some time longer, eventually sitting down to ease their worn limbs.