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Lyra Greenleaf · 08-13-2003, 12:16 PM

“I´m going to check if they´re okay; and what happened to our house. You coming with?”

Elena stiffened in the dark. She couldn't sleep- everytime she closed her eyes images of the burnt farm swam into her mind, only now there was Fiona's house too. But running away? She bit her lip. Everyone here had been so nice, and it seemed like a horrible thing to do. And what if there were still wild men in the village? There were so many problems she felt her head start to ache.

"What about Rian?" she asked slowly, trying to get her head clearer.
"She'll be fine here" answered Fiona. "We don't want to have to look after her any more"

"What if there are wild men in the village?" she asked again, fearfully.
"It's dark. We can go really really quietly." Fiona said practically. There was a note of pleading in her voice that Elena had never heard before.
"Ye...es" she said "and people here keep talking about how they're fighting them, I just remembered. That's alright then, but can we just leave? Isn't it...rude?"

Fiona sighed impatiently.
"Well it would be" Elena answered stubbornly.
"But if we wait until morning they won't let us go!" Fiona objected.

Elena sighed, then ran over to the window. She withdrew the heavy drapes so that the light of the moon softly lit the room. On a shelf there was a rough slate that was probably used to teach children to write. But there was no chalk. Desperately Elena sept her hands into the dark corners of the shelf until it finally closed on a stub.

"Here" she said, holding it up to Fiona, who nodded.
Quickly Elena printed a message,
We wanted to check on our family so we have gone to the village. We don't want to worry you. We're sorry. Please look after Rian.
Elena and Fiona

Looking at it she thought it didn't seem like the letters that her Aunts used to write somehow, and her writing had become messy since she hadn't practised for almost a year but at least the Lady would know where they were.

"We might as well go then" she said to Fiona with an effort at a smile, but her voice shook. She was very scared.

08-13-2003, 12:16 PM	#163
Lyra Greenleaf The Diaphanous Dryad Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: R toL: 531, past the wild path Posts: 1,152	“I´m going to check if they´re okay; and what happened to our house. You coming with?” Elena stiffened in the dark. She couldn't sleep- everytime she closed her eyes images of the burnt farm swam into her mind, only now there was Fiona's house too. But running away? She bit her lip. Everyone here had been so nice, and it seemed like a horrible thing to do. And what if there were still wild men in the village? There were so many problems she felt her head start to ache. "What about Rian?" she asked slowly, trying to get her head clearer. "She'll be fine here" answered Fiona. "We don't want to have to look after her any more" "What if there are wild men in the village?" she asked again, fearfully. "It's dark. We can go really really quietly." Fiona said practically. There was a note of pleading in her voice that Elena had never heard before. "Ye...es" she said "and people here keep talking about how they're fighting them, I just remembered. That's alright then, but can we just leave? Isn't it...rude?" Fiona sighed impatiently. "Well it would be" Elena answered stubbornly. "But if we wait until morning they won't let us go!" Fiona objected. Elena sighed, then ran over to the window. She withdrew the heavy drapes so that the light of the moon softly lit the room. On a shelf there was a rough slate that was probably used to teach children to write. But there was no chalk. Desperately Elena sept her hands into the dark corners of the shelf until it finally closed on a stub. "Here" she said, holding it up to Fiona, who nodded. Quickly Elena printed a message, We wanted to check on our family so we have gone to the village. We don't want to worry you. We're sorry. Please look after Rian. Elena and Fiona Looking at it she thought it didn't seem like the letters that her Aunts used to write somehow, and her writing had become messy since she hadn't practised for almost a year but at least the Lady would know where they were. "We might as well go then" she said to Fiona with an effort at a smile, but her voice shook. She was very scared. __________________ “Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you." the Forbidden Link