"It is you, isn't it, Art?"
Art's eyes peaked at the man approaching him from the crevices of the mountain roads, still a little too distance and a little too dark outside to make out the figure. He felt a little uneasy, but the voice felt familiar. Soon enough, a man of Art's height with rich blonde hair and troubled blue eyes stood before him.
"...Cedric?" Art speculated briefly before his eyes shot open in confirmation. "Cedric!"
The two came together in a tight hug, though Cedric's was a little less affectionate than Art's. Pulling away from him, the new man studied his face for a few moments, shot a quick quizzical look to Hana, and then back to Art.
"I thought that was you," he began cautiously. "It's been four years. Where in the hells have you been?"
"I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to," Art replied with a smile that was half-joyous and half-nervous. "What are you doing out here?"
"Don't worry about that," he shot back quietly. "They say you went mad, Art. They say you killed Alys and ran to another country. I never wanted to believe them, but you've been gone for four years.. and now, all of a sudden, your back, and with... who is she?"
Cedric cast another glance at Hana with unsure eyes.
