[Novnarwen]

Liol felt bad about her sudden anger attack at Rochil. But somehow she didn't feel she could say sorry either. Rochil and Liol hadn't exchanged looks, but she couldn't blame him either. Her eyes had been hard and her mouth so big when she had snapped at him. Would he ever forgive her?

The atmosphere was tense when they reached the gap. Adwulf had seen movements in the woods. Liol could see he was worried, but she didn't quite know if she was herself. They would be safe now, she thought. While riding through the gap, she straightened up and paced beside Rochil.

"I am," she started. Liol grew red and pale at the same time. Oh, I should have prepeared myself, she thought. What could she say? Liol waithed and watched Rochil stirr in the ground, the same way he had done when she fooled the guard two days ago. Liol looked at him, and pitied him. He hadn't deserved it. She became angry with herself. Just the thought of her overreacting like that made her sick. "I am really.." she continued. Rochil didn't look up, he just kept staring a place where Liol couldn't reach him.

Liol's horse grew impatient and desperate. "What is it?" she said calmly trying to keep him under control. Rochil seemed finally to wake up, but he didn't say anything, and Liol was quiet too.

A cry ran through the air:"Wargs!" Both Liol and Rochil, turned to look in the direction the cry had come from. Far behind they gazed at Adwulf pointing towards some hills. "Wargs," Liol muttered watching the animals run.

[ August 02, 2003: Message edited by: Novnarwen ]