" I think he said he was going to get some wood for the fire." Answered Jossa. " Don't you remember?" She rubbed her hands together. " by the way, where is Lucid, Jake, and everybody else?"
We are in the Steptimus Forest, at night time during winter. We are two days from reaching Morvan. Reynard went out to get some wood for the fire. He is going to stay up fo acouple of hours and keep the fire going while everyone else rests/ talks. Am I missing anything else?
At the mention of praise, Zephyr exited his sanctuary of warmth to raise himself up on the top of Lael's head. He lifted as upright as his frame would allow, opened his wings wide, puffed out his chest, and uttered a few trills and whistles. Lael laughed and tickled his underbelly.
"This little rascal just loves his attention and 'admiration'."
Suddenly, Zephyr's body stiffened and he swivled around to stare in the direction Reynard had gone. A quiet snarl rose to his lips. Lael, through the connection she shared with him, sensed his discomfort and apprehension. She tried to abate him by rubbing him some more.
"What's wrong, boy? Reynard will be right back."
She reached up to pull the little dragon into her arms, but before she could, the dragon zipped off her head and sped away into the trees. Lael turned confused and called out to him. But he did not reply. Concerned, she decided to follow him. That little Zephyr could get himself into more trouble than 5 year old with a toy sword in hand. She left the others behind and headed into the dark woods. The air seemed colder and she clutched tighter at her coat. Her breath was hardly visible in the lowlight. Quietly, she continued to call Zephyr, but to no avail.
Suddenly, she heard a crack in the distance. She froze where she stood. Fear and dread started to creep into her heart not only for Zephyr, but for Reynard as well. What if he was in danger? What if he was ambushed and couldn't cry out for help? What if-
She shook her head and pushed all such thoughts away. One hard lesson she had learned reminded her never to operate soley on emotion. Doing so would only lead to more trouble than it was worth. A clear head and spirit would always find the right path. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to keep moving, but her hand never strayed far from the dual swords that hung together in the single sheath at her side. Once or twice she was tempted to call out again, but decided against it...just in case there was something else out there that would hear her. If there was a presense of danger, she wanted the element of surprise on her side.