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"Enemies."
Zair rose instantly, staring sharply at the large shrub in the edge of the clearing.
"Relax. They're allies."
At Atticus' calm response, Zair visibly eased, though a trace of caution still lingered on his face as two radiant golden figures stepped into the clearing.
"See? I told you. This is how true bonds are formed."
The larger man declared proudly to the petite girl beside him, but she only shrugged, as though it were obvious.
"That's only natural. The great Ozerra would have found him too if we were bonded."
"What exists between bond and I goes beyond a mere bond! It is something greater. The grand phenomenon known as camaraderie."
"Then Ozerra also has this thing called camaraderie!"
She shot back, folding her small arms firmly across her chest.
"Hmph! Lies. True camaraderie isn't something you declare, it's something you prove. Like being able to find him anywhere in the world."
"Ozerra can do that too!"
