Izrênna quickly came up to the few people that were waiting in the glade ahead of her.
"There are still some behind me," she said, triumphant that she had not been the last to arrive. She was actually ahead of many others, as she had not let her thoughts get the better of her common sense again.
However, she did not get a warm welcome. That man, she still did not know his name, only ignored her. Izrênna patted the grey horse and stayed mounted, waiting for the other to arrive. She shifted the bow on her shoulder and sighed. Izrênna began to smile. She figured that she had to show that the scorn she faced as a member of this group was not effecting her. She shifted in the saddle and waited for the others to catch up...
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"I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time." - Hobbes of Calvin and Hobbes
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