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Old 04-03-2006, 11:21 AM   #173
Folwren
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Folwren is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.Folwren is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.
Thornden quit the steady and incessant heaving, pulling, and tossing to turn and look at Saeryn as she flitted almost effortlessly through the rubble, the stranger following her. Degas did, too, and leaned his elbow on the convenient knee raised from where his foot stood on a high pile of rock.

'If Fordides is out, there's not reason to be unpiling this rock,' he observed, looking at Thornden. They had both heard what she had told Eodwine over her shoulder.

'That appears to be the case,' he agreed, looking at a small chunk of rock in his hand. He tossed it up and caught it a few times, turning his eyes towards Eodwine. 'We don't have to do it now, this instant, anyway.' He threw the rock to the side and looked at the prospect. The kitchen was inaccessible and put well out of use. Without a kitchen, he didn't know what they would do. The door would still have to be unblocked, but the cause was not quite as desperate as they thought.

He turned, pivoting on his heel, and walked towards Eodwine. The older woman he had seen earlier was speaking with him and Thornden stopped several feet away. He still heard what she had to say to him.

'We wimmin have found our cook, but she's bleeding and we canna carry her. Be there any young able bodied men with strong backs and even stronger characters who'd care to help?' She paused and her eyes flicked towards Degas and Thornden as she panted for breath. 'There's a lass hanging, too, in somewhat undelicate circumstances, lest she's dropped now, too, and needs picking up and putting down.'

Thornden wondered mildly how ladies could manage to get themselves into such scrapes. Fordides had her excuses, but the second one mentioned. . . 'Where are they?' he asked, walking forward. 'Tell us where you've left them and Degas and I will go see what we can do for them.'

Ruthven told him the desired information and with a motion of his hand to Degas to follow, he started off, picking his way carefully through the fallen wall. They rounded the corner of the kitchen and saw the women grouped under the window. Fordides sat with her back to the wall, Aedhel knelt over her, her hands gently cleaning the cut on her leg. Kara stood sat two paces away, her arms wrapped around her knees. They seemed unaware of the wet ground and grass. It probably didn't matter much, anyway, everyone was damp from the drizzling rain, if not wet from what was dumped on them from the tarp roof.

Aedhel looked up as they approached. She said a quiet word in greeting and turned back to her work. Thornden stopped and watched in silence for a moment. It was not a deep gash, but it was wide. Aedhel had dabbed away the blood, but there was also skin to be gotten out of the way before it could be bound. It would take a few minutes yet. He looked at Kara.

'Are you the one who was left hanging?' he asked. 'We were told someone else was in quite a predicament, but it looks like you are alright, unless you were hurt when you jumped back down. Are you alright?'
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