[Amanaduial the archer]

Fionel hung onto the sword tightly, possesive of it. Its mine, no easterling will take this away from me as well...

Realising suddenly, she blushed slightly in the darkness, and held the sword out to him, the pommel towards him, leaving her body open to an attack- all he would need to do was push to sword forward. In this way, she showed her trust.

Rhunnaro took the sword from her, inclining his head. "You know my name, Lady, do you not? But I have quite forgotten yours. My apologies."

Was that amusement in his eyes? Was he playing with her? Fionel controlled herself, forcing herself not to blush, for he would be able to see even in thr darkness. "My name is Fionel. And although you do not know me, my thanks to you, for tonight and for...for the Night of the Selection."

Rhunnaro watched her, his eyes glinting in the moonlight as if he was wondering whether to admit it. Then he smiled back, his quiet, calm smile. "My pleasure, Lady. These things have gone on for far too long without anyone doing anything."

Fionel couldnt hold back the blush this time, and looked towards Ranchard at this moment. She felt her lip curl up into a sneer as she looked at him. "The...man. What shall we do with him?"

Rhunnaro's eyes hardened now, the amusement and friendliness gone. "I care not. He is not himself- has not been for years. Some insanity rides him, the same that is inside all the Hunters."

Fionel shot a glance at the man, but he seemed not to have noticed the irony in what he had said. She tried to build up the courage to say something, but there was a strange feeling inside her stopping her. It was not the feeling of a master and a slave, it was something else...her face began to redden again, but Haven distracted the moment then, as she ran back. Fionel turned, and felt her hand clench where the outline of the sword had been, and she felt so vulnerable.

"Hunters! Hunters...they..they are coming, and....and...Hunters!" She stammered, out of breath, before coming to the definite conclusion. Fionel shot a look at Rhunnaro, and the man lost his composure for once, swearing quietly under his breath. Then he turned, speaking to Tenzin in their own tongue, but not too loud. Fionel closed her eyes. Just when it was going well...