[Anarya SilverBranch]

Anarya looked squeamishly at the snake skins. They looked very slimy and uncomfortable, but it didn't seem that she had a choice in the matter. Rudhchamion seemed to have his mind set on using them and it was a good idea considering that they would need armor.

They walked for sometime, the sun getting lower and lower into the purple and pink stained horizon. Scenes like these made Anarya forget all the trouble that they had gone through. Beauty always made her forget that kind of stuff.

As they walked, Anarya noticed a thin bumpy line in the distance to the west. Deep blue in the hazy twilight.

"What is that?" She asked pointing in their direction.

"Those are the misty mountains," Rudhchamion answered.

"I had to travel through some of them," Khelek commented, looking over at them with a faraway look in his porceline blue eyes.

Taralphiel seemed quiet and deep in thought. Anarya smiled. She was probabaly day dreaming, she knew that look on her face. It was the same look Anarya had when her mind wandered off.

Twilight deepened into evening, and evening gently edged off into night. The company stopped in a little groove of aspen trees, their white bark glowing with the new born light of the stars shimmering overhead.

"We'll rest here for the night," Rudhchamion announced stopping.

Khelek laid down immeadiatly at Taralphiel's feet and began to close his eyes. In turn Taraphiel lay down, her head propped against a bed of grass, and began to fall into a mortal slumber. Anarya lay close to her companions, staring up into the deepening expanse of stars above her. When she finally fell into a state of elvish sleep, she could smell the dark, heavy scent of somthing being smoked. It was the snake skin...