[Alatariel Telemnar]

Alatariel sat next to the elf at the bar. The connection she felt suddenly vanished. 'Twas odd... She took a last sip of her wine and walked away from the bar and out of the Inn. She went into the stables to check on Aranel.

Aranel was standing up in the back of her stall, with her head sticking out of the window. "Aranel, what are you doing?" Alatariel asked. Aranel jerked her head around to Alatariel, her head was dripping wet from the rain. "Do you want to go outside?" Alatariel said, laughing after she knew what Aranel was doing. Aranel neighed and walked over to the front of the stall. Alatariel took her out of the stall and walked out into the rain. She put her hood on. "Aranel, I think it's time to leave now. Something tells me we won't be gone long, but I have to go find something out," Alatariel said looking back to the Inn, "Namárië, for the present."

Alatariel rode away from the Inn, the rain whipping against her face. Aranel speeding as fast as she could, glad to get the feelings back in her legs, and glad to be able to ride fast.