Vlad had found Jaheira easily. It was no surprise to Jaheira as she wrapped her arms around him and laid her head upon his shoulder. She liked Vlad and she was attracted to him, Jaheira felt that much. But there was no true love in their relationship. Merely 'comfort' and enticement. It didn't matter to Jaheira though, and it didn't seem to bother Vlad either as she kissed him softly.
Jaheira and Vlad had not been alone long when they heard a loud cry echoing through the woods. It was Khalad, calling for help. The words were muffled as they rang through the trees, and became strangled off suddenly for some reason unknown to Jaheira and Vlad. The two immediately seperated and tried to determine where the yelp was coming from before darting off to their left through the thickets.
"It's that damn elf!" Jaheira cried to Vlad, who was running through the trees just in front of her. Jaheira knew this would happen! She had told Vlad from the beginning that this would happen! Then again...why was Khalad the one yelling for help? Jaheira had thought that if anything involving mutiny or rebellion and the elf would have Khalad there along with.
Jaheira's thoughts were immediately interrupted as she nearly collided with the stopped Vlad. She peered over the momentarily indecisive leader to see Melost attacking Khalad, despite his lack of a weapon. The moment's hesitation from Vlad and Jaheira was soon interrupted again by the sound of pounding feet nearby: undoubtedly Fidrohir and Snyd. Then the group immediately went into action to get the elf away from Khalad.
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...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.
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