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Subject: Comings Author: Faeirex [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 21:19:04 03/01/03 Sat Faeirex wandered along the riverbank, Carenina at her side. The sense of frenetic energy that had accompanied her flight had been replaced by a pensive inertia more redolent of the ageless grace of the Eldar than the simmering vitality she usually displayed beneath a more composed exterior. Softly, she hummed an ancient elvish tune, a deep, haunting melody that carried through the still air and lingered amongst the trees. She was aware of the coming of horses long before they even came within earshot, feeling the tremors in the earth created by pounding hooves. It was a long moment before the strangeness of it hit her and she paused, the last note of the tune hanging on in the air with a lonely, unfinished sound. Who would travel through the forest at this time of year, and in such a crowd? There were no trails near here that one would logically follow, only dense trees creating a barrier to any who tried to ride through in a group. While the river looked deceptively shallow and may have appeared crossable, it would have made more sense to do so many miles further downstream where a rudimentary track led to a roughly built ford. Rather crude, but generally enough for the precious few travellers who needed to pass in this desolated place. In winter, and with the river half frozen? A man would have to be a fool…or up to no good. With Carenina’s leg still lame, there was no way she could outride them. She would have to simply continue the way she was going and hope that they passed her by. All the same, she extracted a long-bladed dagger from her pack and slipped it into the top of her boot. There was no use taking chances this late in the game. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]