They had all been roused none too gently by Dorlas and Menelya had been furious because of it, speaking loudly about the boy's insolence, becoming clearly frustrated when it became clear that no one was listening to her.
When they departed shortly after, Anwanelme smiled when she noticed Arthain riding far ahead of the group, alone and not even Dorlas seemed to dare approaching him.
Her mother only seemed to be concerned about the way the rest of the ladies seemed to be avoiding her and her daughter.
With a smirk Anwanelme cast a glance at her mother, feeling more than satisfied when she saw the frustrated look on Menelya's face.
So now that her pack of crows have turned their backs on her, she is nothing. Serves her well!
Feeling somewhat refreshed, having had no trouble sleeping during the night, except for her mother's continuous rambling about vows and marriage, Anwanelme enjoyed the sun as it grew warmer and brighter. It seemed it would turn out to be a wonderful day and her mood was better than it had been for a very long time.
Letting her horse move mostly in it's own pace, Anwanelme soon discovered that her mother was far behind and that she had, in fact, nearly passed the rest of the ladies as well.
She looked up ahead and a wicked smile appeared on her face as she urged her horse forward, all the while doing her best to appear unaware of her own speed and she soon found herself riding close to Arthain.
As she tilted her face toward the warming sun, she gazed at Arthain out of the corner of her eye, just to see his reaction to her presence. After his words before, she knew for a fact that she was most likely the last person he wanted to be near and that simply made it impossible for her to stay away.
After a while she decided to break the silence and she looked at Arthain with a bright smile.
"You do know that among my people, the bodily union is what binds a couple in marriage?"
Anwanelme was well aware of the necessity of exchanging vows as well and that they hadn't done so, but was Arthain?
Suddenly a little insecure about how he would react to this, she drew away from him, far enough so he wouldn't be able to reach her, even with his sword but still close enough to see his reaction.
[ July 12, 2003: Message edited by: Maikadilwen ]
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