Álvaro brought nothing, he had a storage place out there (heavily protected by Alvaro's own powers mind you) where he kept food and water. Most of the woodland animals had fled or took refuge in the town. The remaining faeries protected the creatures as much as they did their own kind. "Let's get going then!" He smiled and stepped off the ground, his wings flapping rapidly. Much like hummingbirds, faeries rapidly beat their wings to stay in the air. They couldn't glide, their wings were strong perhaps, but not thick enough to keep them up in the air if they stopped flying.

Rowan nodded, and said one last goodbye to Neo, along with the reassurance she'd be back in a few days. Then, she was off, following after Alvaro as he flew. Frost could keep up well enough, even in his older age. Her horse wasn't in the best shape - not in the way where he wasn't being taken care of - but that he was chunky. He hadn't ever been a war horse. He was being sold at some sketchy place by an conman. Luckily, Rowan's affinity with horses helped her see the potential and goodness in Frost. From then on, they were a duo.

Alvaro smiled back at Rowan and kept up his speed. He slowed down whenever he felt like the others needed a rest but they made it to the border by noon. Gently, he touched down, landing on the soft grass underfoot with a dull thump. "No one else comes out here unless we have a meeting. Not after all the attacks. We should be alone for the most part." Alvaro shrugged and snapped his fingers, a soft whooshing sound came from the snap and a clearing opened up. Revealing a small camp, with five tents in total though there would only be three in use. "That one is the kitchen tent basically, its where we keep pots and pans and all necessities. That little structure over there is where the food is stored, it keeps the rodents out and bears away too. You can choose whatever tent you want." He pulled open the flap for his tent and threw his stuff inside. "Speaking of other animals, the forest creatures have mostly fled, meaning your horse will be safe as long as he stays within the borders of the clearing." Alvaro had been one of the people who had put the magic on this clearing. He knew exactly how it worked.

Rowan dismounted, and began to unload her few things from the saddle before unpacking Frost. She scratched his forehead lovingly, staring into his eyes to make sure he understood Alvaro's words. When she was finished, Rowan removed her hand, and Frost walked off to graze.

Alvaro fixed all the new supplies he'd brought and strapped his sword on. This close to the border made Alvaro's mark shine with magic. Many faeries were drawn to the border and its insane amount of power. A power that Alvaro and 2 others had created when they'd first made this haven. It was supposed to be a safe place, open to all alliances and people who needed help. Of course, the border wasn't exactly working anymore, to much damage had hit its core.

Rowan was equally as quick to react. She drew her sword and hurried to the source of the noise. Her knight training and natural instincts made it practically impossible to ignore the sound of someone in distress.

Alvaro jumped into the air and snapped his fingers again, revealing the exit. He kept it open for Rowan before snapping it closed again. Using his supernatural hearing, he located whoever had screamed and flew straight there.

Rowan quickly sheathed her sword, and held out her hands in an offering of peace. Tears had welled up in her own eyes, and with a small glance to Alvaro - just enough to make sure he knew she was going to lower her guard - she went lower to the ground. Rowan softly hummed a wordless tune, and for once, things didn't start to die as she used her magic. Perhaps Rowan was delving more into her own soul this time, or perhaps she wasn't even using all that much magic, but there was more control than other times. Rowan had always been able to calm animals, and just recently she understood why. Her power was greater (and less destructive) with horses, but it could still work in other ways. This being one of them.

Alvaro himself sent off his natural aura of a forest creature. One who lived here like her. Most unnatural creatures had a way of identifying each other, whether by scent or a physical attribute such as multi-colored hair or a glowing mark. Children though, didn't really understand this, they relied on magical auras to see who was what and what side they were on.

Rowan didn't try to touch the little girl, instead, with slow movements, she settled herself onto the ground. The sword was in the way, so she slowly unclipped her sheath and put it behind her, humming all the while. Rowan kept her eyes on the dirt, and let her hand rest lightly in front of her. The humming began to form into words, and Rowan began to sing about warm cozy dens, and breezes with fresh air, and the feeling of having freedom. Rowan didn't know where it came from, but it seemed right.