[Everdawn]

What weather! Énien thought, as the company trudged over the desert. If only i had a horse. she then corrected her thought aloud "No horse could even begin to like this country, though, i think you may find some saddle horse or rockey pony who would galdly drag the carcasses of wiery travellers over this land." Her voice was not very optimistic.

"Here here" muttered Rave from behind her. "I still cannot believe that any man can live out here." said Énien, "its just too hot! and one would surely die of thirst after a while, yes, give me the falling waters and lushness of Imladris anyday!" she laughed, and then sung a lively elvish song, before stopping short. Something was not right. She turned sharply and looked around. Nothing.

They had camped two nights in a row, and Énien had taken watch only once. On a clear, cold night. The elf had looked up at the sky, gazing for hours, until she noticed something with made her whole body jolt. She stood up and gasped. The star! it is not there! she blinked and checked the whole sky again. Why would it just come and go like that?This thought had occupied her until she was tapped on the shoulder by Rave, which made her jump.
"woah!, are you allright." she asked, a smirk on her face. "I am, goodnight." was all she said and sat crosslegged under a tree.

The second night had been slightly more bareable, as Énien refused to look at the sky. And she would have slept allright, if it had not been for something... She did not know what it was, whether it was the hostile land and its people, the absence of the star, or somehting the elf could not seem to comprehend. Something which seemed just beyond her sight, and whatever it was, she swore she would be ready.

So came the end of their desert journey when they came to a house. "We are here." said Bregand, a satisfied look on his face, as he put away his maps. "well, what do we do now?" Énien asked brushing at some of the dirt on her boots.