[VanimaEdhel]

Izrênna followed the others, staying towards the back of the group. If it came to fighting, she would need to be farther back in order to get in a good place to fire her arrows, yet to stay out of the way of the stronger, hand-to-hand fighters.

She clutched onto the gentle horse's mane as they moved along after the thieves. She noticed that her horse was smaller than the horses of the others. It was only fitting, she supposed, but, as the horse had shorter legs, it was harder for him to move as quickly as the others. She hoped that this horse had the stamina the former owners had promised her he possessed. This was a fairly new horse, and she had never had the need to race him.

At the moment, the horse's grey neck was arched as it moved along after the others. It was a pretty horse for one so small, Izrênna supposed.

She strained her eyes and looked to see if there was any sign of the thieves ahead. She quietly reprimanded herself, for the thieves most likely had quite a good start on them. It would take a while to catch such a crowd. And then, when they caught them...

Izrênna paused in her flighty thinking. When they found the thieves, what was she to do? She was fine at long range, yes, but the thieves would not stay a good distance away to let her fire at them.

This was not going well for her already. That man, she did not know his name, did not trust her. He was strong too. He would be a good one to defend her, were she to have to fire from afar.

But, he did not like her. She knew why, as well. No one trusted her for her size. They thought she would be in the way. Well, she would certainly stay out of the way. Whatever happened, she would make sure she did not hinder the others.

"Izrênna!" Malienna called over her shoulder.

Izrênna jerked herself out of her thoughts, and looked up. She had fallen behind a bit. She bit her lip and dug her heels into the grey horse, who sprung forward with renewed vigor. She flinched a bit as she caught up, and hoped that no one except Malienna had caught her lapse in judgement. There was very little doubt, however, that her lapse of attention had been evident, for Malienna had called fairly loudly.

Izrênna looked around. She sighed, as the scenery had not changed much, indicating that she had not lost herself in thought for very long. She gritted her teeth and pushed the horse to go a little faster, so as to remain more towards the middle of the group than towards the back, in the hopes of not falling behind again.