[Amanaduial the archer]

Hreeza floated in the air overhead, guiding Arawil with her silvery sheen to the hut in the forest where the children were. She took a deep breath, revelling in being away from the land walkers for a while, being high on the winds, in her elements. There was not one in the group who had not got a problem with at least one other. Then there were ones like Dykoria and Zohariel who'd fallen out with everyone. Zohariel...

That one was a mystery. A necromancer? Yet not a altogether willing one. And a trouble maker as well; if she continued with her attitude towards Arawil, she would end up with her own wards, the Dead, far sooner than she might think...

Hreeza couldnt help smiling though when she thought of the fight between Dykoria and the necromancer. Dykoria had had it coming to her, and Zohariel had given it to her with a vengeance! And her first reaction hadnt been to whirl a sword in the air madly when she heard voices coming out of the air, and to continue whirling in disbelief when the wind sprite told them her species. Earlier on Hreeza had retrieved Zohariels sword (for lack of a better word) although she wasnt entirely sure it was a good move...

Glancing behind her and down, Hreeza saw the necromancer walking alone, seemingly daydreaming. Walking. Not one of them had even offered her a horse yet! She-

Hreeza was interupted from her thoughts as the feeling of strange deadness came over her again. A shiver spread over her as she looked around, locating exactly where they were, and she felt the trace of the children and the huge man again...and that of another, dark creature... Shaking herself she floated down to Arawil. By the disturbed look on the maias face, Arawil had felt the strangeness as well, and a hush had fallen over the group. Arawil unsheathed her sword, motioning for the others to do the same, and as they walked on te feeling of unease grew deeper...