Aranel rode silently as usual. She would play her fife, but it was too dangerous. The man might not be trusted. For a talent might be a threat to enemies.
The Elf recalled last night's conversation:
"So...you can really control nature with that?" Radae asked.
"Well, it depends. Some plants and trees have minds of their own. But yes, most of the time." Aranel replied.
Radae looked skeptical. "You can sword fight too?"
"Of course. Not as well as some. Where that man go...Shade I think?"
"Probably couldn't sleep."
Her supicions arose when she heared yelling and a unfamilar voice. The next morning it seemed as if she had dreamed it all.
"Ah, well, we'll see Shade. We'll see if you're loyal or not." Aranel thought.
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