 Unicorn Magic Rawr-er
Fay nodded at Rose, deciding that the girl would have to keep up or be devoured by beasts. She looked at Murrough and watched him watching the forest. At once Fay noticed that was what she should be doing, not studying Murrough like the girls sometimes looked at him. Anger filled her eyes, thinking of each girl that had giggled and batted their eyelashes at her warrior friend. Anger was not an unusual thing to see in Fay, and she hoped that no one knew the reason for her anger. She sighed and began to look around.
Her sharp eyes took in every minute detail of the forest. The trees swaying a silent lullaby, the approaching moon far off but sightable, round and plump, the little mice scurrying by, cheeks filled with nuts and berries. Nothing potentially hazardous, she knew. Fay walked over to Nerinnea and nodded her head in a greeting. The air was a tad cold, but she controlled herself from shivering as harsh wind blew against her bare shoulders. Fay wondered what Tornac would say when she turned up at his shop to ask for another sword. Would she have to wait for a holiday to recieve a new one? The girl had many daggers, spears, and cross bows but she believed truly nothing beat a long, lethal blade. With a sigh, she decided that she would settle for a spear until she managed to obtain a new sword. "Interesting people," Fay whispered to Nerinnea. Her arms were at her sides, one feeling the dagger that she hid in her dress. The dagger was bound in a leather sheath and fit nicely around her leg, where she could easily grab it when need be. Fay's head turned when she heart a crackle of a leaf but it was merely wild game.
Fay Rose the third, turned her attention slowly back and forth between Murrough's little sister and Murrough. Her face was hardened in her usual warrior manner and did not portray any emotions that were bubbling beneath the surface. She wondered faintly what the two were talking about. She noticed Murrough looked no different other than the fact that Fay had now seen him in a completly different light, and there was a jacose manner in the way Ionn's eyes twinkled. Perhaps they were talking about Ionn's rights to begin courtship with Murrough's sister. It was of the Manner to ask, but she wondered what would happen if she said yes to any of the suitors who asked Fay. Fay nodded slowly as she remembered any suitor that she agreed to would have a long talk with her uncle or the old woman who raised her sisters. The topic was beginning to scare Fay. Why do I care?! Why am I even thinking about this! Of course! I'll say no to everyone, I'm independent! I don't need any boy to tell me I'm pretty! she thought to herself. But what about Mur- a thought battled in her head but she cut it off too quickly for the sentence to be completed.
__________________ {{There's only two types of guys out there; Ones that can hang with me and ones that are scared}}
So baby, I hope that you came prepared
I run a tight ship so beware
Last edited by The Old Toad; 05-09-2007 at 10:27 PM.
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