"Thee art right..." Aeron conceded, "Thank ye, both..." He flinched and gritted his teeth in pain as Kira cleaned the gash.
Lena rode passed then, to where the tree now lay, and dismounted quickly. She pushed her way past the branches, and retrieved Malcom's sword, then walked over to the three with it in her right hand, leading her mare behind her.
---
The three riders were at least a mile away before they slowed, "Where's Elis?!" Dalibor shouted gruffly, pulling his chestnut steed to a holt as he realized that the man was not with them.
Sture and Bogdan also stopped, though Sture's high-strung, smoky black warhorse pranced around, whinnying and snorting.
"The lunatic stayed to fight! I doubt he even noticed there was a witch among them..." Bogdan responded angrily, his red hair full of snow.
"And what about Randel?" Dalibor continued harshly, not surprised at all that Elis would do something so foolhardy.
"He was fightin' that boy, the one who says he's Desdemona..." Sture intoned reproachfully, then asked quickly, "What was that about them have'in the same blood?! Randel ain't a Wildfolk, and them's kind can't have children with humans!"
"I think'n that witch was'a tricken' 'em!" Bogdan exclaimed, spittle flying from his mouth.
Dalibor shook his head and the two fell silent, "We've got no way of knowing, so we will continue on the search, and hope that they catch up to us..." He said firmly, then started forward.
"If they ain't already dead..." Sture muttered darkly, but did not protest, and followed the other two down the road towards the snow covered mountains...
Lena rode passed then, to where the tree now lay, and dismounted quickly. She pushed her way past the branches, and retrieved Malcom's sword, then walked over to the three with it in her right hand, leading her mare behind her.
---
The three riders were at least a mile away before they slowed, "Where's Elis?!" Dalibor shouted gruffly, pulling his chestnut steed to a holt as he realized that the man was not with them.
Sture and Bogdan also stopped, though Sture's high-strung, smoky black warhorse pranced around, whinnying and snorting.
"The lunatic stayed to fight! I doubt he even noticed there was a witch among them..." Bogdan responded angrily, his red hair full of snow.
"And what about Randel?" Dalibor continued harshly, not surprised at all that Elis would do something so foolhardy.
"He was fightin' that boy, the one who says he's Desdemona..." Sture intoned reproachfully, then asked quickly, "What was that about them have'in the same blood?! Randel ain't a Wildfolk, and them's kind can't have children with humans!"
"I think'n that witch was'a tricken' 'em!" Bogdan exclaimed, spittle flying from his mouth.
Dalibor shook his head and the two fell silent, "We've got no way of knowing, so we will continue on the search, and hope that they catch up to us..." He said firmly, then started forward.
"If they ain't already dead..." Sture muttered darkly, but did not protest, and followed the other two down the road towards the snow covered mountains...
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