Her dagger did nearly nothing. Before Aislan jumped out of Nardol's way, she pulled her dagger from the orc's left arm. She backed away, helping Estelarion up, who seemingly had regained his breath.
In the distance she heard a slight cry of fear from a steed. She thought it would be Midnight, and she went in search of the stallion, if only to comfort it out of it's fear. Aislan wandered almost aimlessly, until she heard another whinny to her right. She followed the sound until she found the great jet-black horse.
Aislan calmly, soundly and slowly placed a hand on the horse's forehead, so as not to get him defensive. He was trembling a little, in awe, confusion, and fear. Midnight let Aislan touch him, and let her comfort him.
"It's all fine now, everyone will be alright. You did well, Midnight. I'm not sure if it is good you kept your assailants away, because now they have reeked havoc on our camp. I'm sure we will get by though." Aislan felt the horse stop shivering, but he grunted and breathed heavily.
She waited a while for him to swallow his fear. She was amazed the war-horse was even frightened, or even allowing a stranger near. Aislan was also waiting for the fight to die down, to maybe save Midnight a little trouble. She also feared for the company, though.
She slowly led the steed through the bushes and trees, wondering what sort of damage she would find done to the camp.
[ December 06, 2002: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]
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