Alcyávëiel spun towards the sound of rocks sliding,scuffling,and the high pitched *NEEEIIII* as Callo and his horse slid off the edge of the trail.
Her drenched cloak slapped heavily against her as she sprinted towards the back.Easing on her hands and knees,she slowly crawled towards the edge with a firm grip on the reighns of one of the men's ponies.
She saw no sighns of the horse,but Callo was on a small ledge.She gave a sigh of relief as he rose up,then gasped as she saw blood running from a gash on his head.
She eased back towards the path,then sat,looking at the reins in her hand,then looked up towards the halter.
"Get all of the ropes and the halters,no,leave the reins on one horse,we'll make a harness or a hanging stretcher of some sort,hopefully one horse can pull it steady"she murmered to Merenwen as she pulled her towards the path.Alcyávëiel was shocked,he may be moving now,but she wouldn't be able to guess at his condition until he was brought up,and even then,they appeared to be nowhere near any herbs,bark,roots,or any type of plant.Her younger years of trading and traveling had given her a weariness and caution about injuries and death.
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