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Post by Nymiane on Aug 23, 2008 12:54:10 GMT -4
Uneasiness set in the pit of Breena’s stomach, something was about to unfold and she knew deep in her mind that she could not prevent it. The best she could do was be there when it happened and hoped that it made the slightest bit of difference. Blue eyes stared up at Rheavon, her eyes glancing to the side as she noted his intense gaze, and her readied fury blazed once more. She turned upon her heel and started toward Finn, without much warning she hauled her arm back, her hand closed in a tight fist and within an instant her knuckles met the side of his jaw.
Finn cried out, muttering curses, and he readied himself to return the blow, but halted as he came to his senses. Breena was a woman, and his sister at that. Even if she had the mannerisms of a brute at times, and in no means punched like a lady, she still was.
” Feck off, Breena! “ He rubbed his sore jaw, snapping it back into place. He rolled his eyes as a finger was pointed at him. “I’ll be fetchin’ the damn horses! “
Breena’s fiery gaze held their intensity upon her brother’s form. ” You should have talked sense into him. Now the moron is surely living on borrowed time..” She fought to contain her suddenly strong accent, her lips twitched. What a burden these brothers had turned out to be. How did she, a mere woman come to be the watch dog of these men! Common sense, she thought. It was being bred out of them, she scoffed and turned to look at Rheavon.
” This is a far greater danger than what I had originally thought..” Breena whispered as she grabbed a hold of Tor’s reins, she noted the bow and arrows attached to her saddle and nodded. After earlier this morning she wondered how her arm would fair if it came down to blades. She grimaced and sent Finn on his way.
” He taught me swordplay, you know. “ She wrinkled her nose up, a faint smile touched upon her lips as she recalled the times they had battled. ” He isn’t entirely useless.”
It didn’t take long before Finn returned with two saddled horses. One was an unruly grey stallion, and the other a spirited bay mare with a star upon her forelock. Breena knew within that instant, this wench was not just a farm girl. She was a post. Again she was infuriated with Finn, not considering for a moment that perhaps he already knew that, and indeed he did.
” We haven’t time to waste, mount up, boys.” With ease she mounted Tor, his hooves pounding in place with anticipation. His muscles twitched, readying himself to jump into a flat out gallop. Without considering those behind her, she let her stud loose, she hovered in her saddle as his long sturdy legs sprawled outward, his hooves grabbing upon the earth and churned it upward. With massive hooves striking through earth, they sounded like beating drums, the drums of death.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 23, 2008 13:33:46 GMT -4
Rheavon tried to hold back a laugh as he watched Breena hit Finn. Lifting his hand up and rubbing his nose to hide the smirk. Taking a step back, he waited for Finn to return, his own eyes narrowing at the sight of the horses. Rheavon glanced at Breena, noting the firey look she was still giving Finn, and sighs. This was going to be a long day. Shaking his head he reached out, catching the reigns of the grey Stallion and climbing up quickly.
Bring the horse around quickly, he dug his heels in, lowering his form to the horses back and taking off after Breena. Thoughts of who had been watching them filling his mind.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 23, 2008 15:04:42 GMT -4
The world before the pair passed by rapidly, trees were merely a blur, her vision was keen and focused enough to be aware of the passing surroundings. She noted the sweeping hills, how the road twisted and turned, and had she the time to think of it, she would have smiled at the serenity of the farmlands. Breena urged Tor onward, she hovered in her saddle, her cloak wavering behind her, giving her the appearance of a wraith; her chestnut hair danced in a similar fashion, though it lashed out like whips, that occasionally caught her across her face. It would then stain her porcelain skin red.
Before her there was a small coach, it was approaching quickly, and she noted it hogged up most of the road. With quick and precise thinking she jumped down into a small ravine. It was dry aside from a few puddles from the recent down pour. When the coach had passed Tor leapt out of the ditch with ease, his rhythm never suffered as he strode onward.
Ta’Lorn was now in sight, the tips of the towers, and the outlines of the cathedral were in view. It had been years since she passed through Ta’Lorn, and she idly noted that it had not been a pleasant visit. Tor’s pace slowed to a smooth, rocking horse canter, and Breena lowered herself into the saddle, her hand drawing up toward her now crimson skin. She smiled to herself and pulled the hood to her cloak over her head, Tor was now trotting. There was no need to draw further attention toward herself. Ta’Lorn was such a melding pot, she was sure to run into her fair amount of trouble within those Holy gates.
Breena was careful to slow her breathing, her body was slightly fatigued from the morning, and now from the tiresome ride. She allowed her form to slump forward, awaiting for her brother and Rheavon to catch up. They weren’t much far behind her, but Tor was in no doubt better condition than the horses behind her.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 25, 2008 20:04:30 GMT -4
Rheavon did everything he could to keep up, but even though the two new horses were in their prime and of good quality, they had absolutely no hope of keeping up. Shaking his head as he kept his body pressed to the horse's back, Angling into the opposite ditch that Breena used. Being clear the horse easily just dipped into the reeds then angled back onto the road.
Shaking his head lightly, he couldn't keep his mind off the presence before. Something about it, He was sure that he didn't see anything that stood out. It is not very often that someone can completely evade his notice. Licking his lips lightly he tried to think about where he had felt that presence before.
Glancing up, he saw Ta'lorn in the distance, trying to dismiss the presence he put more thought on trying to follow the road. Keeping Breena in sight.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 26, 2008 0:26:36 GMT -4
Breena turned her head to the side as she heard the approaching horses, her blue eyes settled upon Rheavon’s brooding form. She laughed and turned her eyes forward, her hand giving her sweating steed a firm pat. ”Dearest, why are you brooding? Do you forget how easily I eluded you? “ She nearly winced herself as she heard her own words, she silently cursed herself. It wasn’t easy though, she recalled.
With her eyes firmly set upon the city before her, she drew in the scenery, occasionally she would glance from side to side, wondering if that shadow was lurking beyond the tree line. She wondered what trouble her brother was in, or what trouble he would soon be in.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 26, 2008 0:42:12 GMT -4
Grinned back at her, laughing and shaking his head, hiding as best he can the quick memories of her eluding him for over a year. Quickly burying those memories he called back, feeling rather sure that they were not being watched at this time as he said, "No, I can't help but feel I recognize the presence I felt back there...it seems familiar." Wetting his lips, he didn't finish that train of thought, not wanting to let her know that if what he felt was true...then the person after them was someone that he once knew.
Shaking his head, he dismissed that thought. He was sure he had sent a clear message in that tavern. Why would they send more after him? By now, the potential loss of members and revenue would out weight the reputation that someone had been able to defect from their ranks.
With a long sigh he tried to dismiss the fools from his thoughts.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 26, 2008 0:54:38 GMT -4
Breena shuddered at Rheavon’s words, she should have felt comforted knowing at that moment they weren’t being watched, in truth she felt at ease knowing that being was not near, however.. ” If you had hoped to ease my worries, then you have just alarmed them all the more. If you - Rheavon Stormweaver find a presence that you recognize, in someone who hides in bushes.. I can not help but be alarmed..” She grimaced and sighed softly, eyeing her brother who strode up beside her.
Tor walked onward, passing through the boundaries of the Light city. She had spoken little to her brother as they raced through the countryside, she then noted it would have been too hard to as both were left in the dusted tracks of Tor. She sighed softly, wondering where Fallon would be. ” This is where we part. Surely he will be in a Tavern, or any place where there is strong ale. We must get to him quickly..”
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Post by rheavon on Aug 26, 2008 1:09:21 GMT -4
Nodding slowly, Rheavon murmured in agreement, "Yes...there is something I would like to find out." Looking Breena in the eye rather quickly, his eyes apologizing before he turned and slipped into the crowd. Vanishing from their sight.
Shaking his head, he sighed as he slid into the alleyway. No matter what happened, he wasn't going to let Breena get hurt because they were after him. Knowing he was out of sight of her. He concentrated, focusing on the swords at his hips. The metal blades began shimmer slightly before they morphed into the heaven and hell blades that cursed him. Sure he could handle it, he softly caressed the hilts of the weapons before a wry smile crossed his lips...Hopefully Breena will never know.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 26, 2008 1:17:43 GMT -4
The uneasy feeling returned to her stomach, she clenched the fabric near her stomach as she eyed the surrounding shops. There were many people already on the street, many of which stopped and stared at Breena. Often times she forgot it was odd for a woman to be clad in attire such as hers, the swordsman shirt gave little to the imagination on Breena’s form, had it not been for the handmade shift that was under it, her breasts would easily be revealed. Though she was clad in man’s clothing, no man, or even woman could look upon her and call her ugly, or barbaric. Wrapped in her features she possessed the hardness of a war veteran, and yet there was such a strong feminine air about her, it was impossible to forget she was indeed a woman.
As Rheavon spoke her eyes met his, she noted the glimmer in his eyes, she gasped and before she could grab a hold of him he was off. Damn him! She cursed under her breath, she could only hope the fool would not cause her more trouble. If she had not set her mind on her brother she would be off to Rheavon’s rescue, she was sure.
Finn sat close by his sister, still on his mount, his blue eyes fell on her form. He nodded his head and gave her a wave. ” If’n ye find him before I do.. Be kind..” Was all he said before he was off, lost in the crowd before her. She was alone. She hadn’t felt this alone in a long while, her lips drew themselves in a frown as she strode forward, heading toward the nearest tavern.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 26, 2008 1:32:16 GMT -4
Rheavon reclined against the wall, drawing a deep breath as he quickly checked behind him. Making sure Breena wasn't following. Once he was positive he was alone and going to stay that way, he drew upon every skill he knew as an assassin and in a similar fashion as the other individual. Rheavon slipped into the shadows. Seemingly drawing them around him as he stalked the alley ways, pausing here and there to have a chat with what some would call the city's undesirables.
The same answer he got everywhere was that no one had heard anything. There was some hit out on a little girl, everyone seemed sure of that, but otherwise...nothing seemed to be going on. That or they were keeping it really quiet about it.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 26, 2008 1:51:35 GMT -4
Breena traveled to the nearest Tavern, it was the Red Cross Inn. It was possibly the largest tavern she had ever seen. It was beautifully constructed at that. Breena tied Tor to one of the hitching posts and briskly walked into the building. With searing eyes she surveyed the room, she felt her skin come alive with heated fury. As she walked into the dining area she spotted the familiar brute. He too spotted her, his face grew displeased.
” Stay here, Miss Finnegan.” He whispered to her, patting his hand in the air, motioning for her to stay. He tried to reach Breena before she came closer, he put a firm hand to her shoulder and guided her to the hallway. He could feel the tension beneath his worn hand, she was a time bomb ready to go off. Grey eyes met storming cerulean eyes, with regret.
” So, she is the reason you brought trouble to us all. You divided us. Left us exposed. For what? Your new girl? I should report you.” Her last tones came breathy, sounding weak as she searched his eyes. She wanted to throttle him into the ground, and she could probably do a decent job.
Fallon narrowed his eyes, his expression stern. ” Breena, listen to me, you don’t understand… He growled. She pressed on.. ” I understand perfectly well. You left me, because you want me to stay with Rheavon.. You did this..you knew all along..” Breena pulled her arm back and let Fallon’s chest absorb a well deserved, and whopper of a punch. The older man groaned as he was not expecting such a blow.
” What is her job, I wonder. Will she grow to be your whore? Perhaps your wife, certainly not a sister like me.. You are nothing but a heartless kidnapping…” Breena paused as she saw the terrified expression of the red-headed child. She narrowed her eyes at the eavesdropper. The look alone was enough to send Leila running, and then when Fallon went to grab her, she fled.
”You fool!” Fallon went to wail on Breena but he stopped himself and threw her against the wall. The impact took away her breath, she stared up at the man, glaring. ”Have you..any idea what you just did? She will be killed..” The man’s eyes glittered with tears, he stared down at his hands, muttering..”I failed them.
Breena was enraged at the man’s sick behavior, she jutted her chin out and went to punch him again, but this time he grabbed her fist midstrike and held it. ”She is my cousin. She is in dire need of protection, some fiends are out to murder her. You let her slip away.. I was just calming her down! You…irrational, hot-blooded, fool of an irish woman!” Breena yanked her hand free, his words stung her pride, and worse, stung her heart. She tore out of the tavern, glancing around the city. It would be no easy feat finding that girl..
Breena noted that uneasy feeling once more, she wondered if the one that was spying upon them was looking for this girl..
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Post by rheavon on Aug 26, 2008 2:48:38 GMT -4
Felt the air stir behind him as he slipped down the alley, narrowing his eyes, Rheavon pressed himself against the wall in time to see a dagger, meant for his back zip through the air, followed by a light chuckle. Wetting his lips he sunk into the shadow, his eyes darting around as he looked for where it came from.
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Couldn't help but grin, as he wove a light spell, letting the magic seep into his throat softening and dissipating his voice. Making it seem like he spoke from every direction at once, "Good to see you again, old friend," Grinning he slipped from his shadow, darting across the alley way, making sure Rheavon saw the movement, he was enjoying this game.
"Never did I think I would get the chance to see you again...You have been quite the headache I hear."
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Rheavon growled, cursing all the gods and devils in existence, of all the people the Organization had, they had to send this man. When he spoke of old friends, it wasn't far off from a lie. At one point they probably would have been considered on good terms, if not friendly, but that was a time long past.
"Same old tricks, eh Dryke?" Sighing he could feel the voice come from every direction at once, knowing he wouldn't be able to trust his senses at all, he let his eyes close. Focusing with his mind, trying to feel where the man was. "You never did learn anything new..."
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Smirked as he spoke one last time, "Here is something new for you....This is just a game, for you are not my target." Letting his amusement slip into his voice before he slid into a shadow again. Vanishing from the alleyway as he had the Thicket earlier that day.
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Rheavon started to curse again, this time though, it was not at the gods, nor at the devils. This time, he cursed himself the fool. He had been blind, letting himself be fooled by his own belief that they still wanted him dead.
Feeling Dryke leave, he let out a long sigh, slipping out of his shadow as he opened his eyes, his gray pupils adjusting quickly. Whispering softly, Rheavon tried to piece things together. They weren't after him, but then why were they following him? Obviously the hit out on the girl was the real one...but what did that have to do with him. Tapping his fingers on his lip for a moment before his eyes shot wide with shock. Nothing...it had nothing to do with him, it was Breena and her brother that Dryke had been watching! Crying out he dove from the alley. Sprinting through the crowds as if a wildman possessed, he searched for where they had gone.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 26, 2008 16:31:53 GMT -4
Breena pursed her lips together as she searched the city far and wide, she sighed in near defeat. Where would I go if I were truly afraid? She thought to herself. Breena had already searched the outskirts, and the alleyways, where could she have gone? She gasped and set her horse toward the nearest stable, when she approached the structure she hit the ground running, her feet landing upon the cobblestone with grace. Tor stood impatiently, and Breena raced into the stable. She looked frantically for the little girl, searching every stall.
Behind a pile of hay Leila trembled, her hands covered the sweet innocent mouth she had. She feared that someone may hear her teeth chattering. She pressed her face into her knees, and sobbed quietly. Why were they after her? She was a farmer’s daughter, nothing about her was special!
Breena turned the corner, her blue eyes scanning the barn, she saw the pile of hay move with a life of it’s own, and she saw strands of hay, no.. hair that were of a fiery hue. She narrowed her eyes and rushed toward the girl, peering behind the hay with a fierce intensity. ” Are you alright?” She whispered, outstretching her hand. The girl simply shied away, her sobs shaking her form. ” Please don’t hurt me..” The girl murmured, peering over her knees. She had emerald eyes that would put any stone to shame, and the redness from her face only intensified their deep hue. Breena caught herself staring in wonder at her, she snapped to and replied. ” If I had any ill intentions, be sure you would have already been dealt what was comin’ to ye.” Bree cleared her throat, trying to rid herself of the brogue. ”Come now. I promise I won’t hurt you. I am here to protect you.” Leila eyed her suspiciously, she heard the words she spat out at Fallon, she saw the sword upon her back, could she be trusted? She sought comfort from within, she wanted to believe her, her eyes met Breena’s and she saw the sincerity within them, she had to believe her.
” Fallon told me about your brutal honesty..” Leila said as she gripped upon the helping hand. Breena’s face grew hot as she glowered, it did not go unnoticed for Leila let out a small giggle.” He told me of your hot temper too.” Breena raised a finger and shook it at the little girl, she had to be at least fifteen years younger than she. ” Did he also tell you not to pull a sleeping tiger’s tail?” She sent a glare of warning to her. Bree’s nerves were on edge, she had no sort of attachment to this girl, other than it was her brother’s cousin, and she had no problem disregarding her giddy ways. This was a job, it was nothing more than that. She had to protect this girl until they all regrouped.
Leila went to pass Breena, but she shoved her back into her hiding spot as she heard footsteps outside of the barn. She raised a finger to her lips to silence the girl, and casually walked away from the hay. She turned her nose to the air and drew in the scents surrounding her, awaiting whoever it was that drew near.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 26, 2008 19:28:19 GMT -4
To say Dryke rounded the corner would be wrong. Letting his eyes close he had casted a low spell, copying what he did with his voice, however he placed the enchantment on his feet. His footsteps sounded like the fell from every direction as he circled the corner within the shadows. His body completely melding with the darkness as his gaze first falls upon his target, before sliding to the woman in the room. A wry grin crossing his lips as he whispers, "And hear I thought Rheavon would be the only sport today."
Nearly giggling he flitted from shadow to shadow. Chanting softly as he did so, each flit from a shadow, where he grew substantial for a moment, caused an image of himself to appear, copying his movement, Tracing from another shadow somewhere else in the room.
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Rheavon continued to rush through the town, Frantically look back and forth. Amazed that he hadn't knocked anyone over as he barreled through the city streets.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 26, 2008 19:42:38 GMT -4
Breena felt an odd twinge within her soul, and her ears began to ring. What was this? Her face hardened as she felt the familiarity of magic rushing over her, she had dabbled in it as of late and knew when it was being hurled upon her. It was an unsettling feeling to be honest. The woman held her composure with ease as the man appeared before her, she only grew startled when he began to slip in and out of the shadows, his movement making her dizzy. She however kept her face still, her eyes not giving away her uneasiness.
”I suppose I should be flattered with such words..” She hastily spat out. Breena let her gaze fall for a moment, her eyes growing weary after watching his swift movements.
Leila sat as still and lifeless as a corpse. She didn’t even know if she were breathing, or if her heart still beat within her chest. She watched as the woman stood in defiance.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 26, 2008 20:11:00 GMT -4
Laughed as his movements grew closer to her, his short blade flashing whenever he entered the light. Quickly the edge of the blade dripped in drops of blood, nothing lethal, but small lines of read quickly popped up, Cutting through the cloth over her arm, across a thigh. His movements coming from everywhere at once, "Are you going to just stand there all day?"
A single image, whether it was the real Dryke, or just an image, would be impossible to tell, stopped infront of her with a wry grin. Lifting his blade he slowly licked her blood from the edge before winking and darting into the shadows again.
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 26, 2008 20:16:47 GMT -4
Breena’s face held an expression that of a grimace, she took the biting hits as he flashed before her. She caught sight of his blade, her hand tingling with the sensation to grab Feidhelm, to be done with this, but this.. This was cowardice. She spat on the ground in disgust as he called to her.
” Magic is for cowards, face me as a man..” Her eyes grew wide as she drew in what she believed to be his form, her eyes ran up and down his form in a harsh glare. ”If you are indeed a man..” In a flash Feidhelm was out, his length of steal glimmered in the dim lighting of the barn. He howled in her ears, a cry of need. Blood trickled down her form and it seemed to feed the pining he had for blood, he drank in the scent, filling her mind with torturous imagery.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 26, 2008 20:46:23 GMT -4
Laughed at her mockingly, Dryke and every image grinned. His real body coming up behind her silently, she could feel his warm breath against the back of her neck as he spoke, "Better woman than you have tried to kill me..." Reaching out with the sword he cut a small lock of her hair before he vanished back into the shadows.
Dryke's real form slid into the shadows, muttering quickly, casting on the hair, he grinned brightly, watching her as he muttered quickly. Laughing lightly as he finished casting, her lock of hair glowing lightly as he tied it around his finger. His eyes glowing faintly as an illusion began to form around him, changing his appearance into the one she would care about most.
Letting his concealment fall he stepped from the shadows, Charging across the room and ramming his sword into one of the images. Letting all other images fade, as he focuses on this one image, letting the blood and gore that would have naturally have occurred at such a wound pour from his image's chest, before he pushed the image off his weapon an to the floor, spitting on it.
Whispering softly as he tried not to laugh "Farewell Dryke..."
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Post by Nymiane on Aug 26, 2008 20:56:53 GMT -4
Breena’s skin raised as a chill ran up and down her spine, she did not allow herself to shudder under his words, instead she turned upon her heel, the magnificent blade striking out before her, it was too late he had cut a lock of her long beautiful hair.
”Coward! Will you come out and play already!” Breena searched through the barn, her wits sharp enough not to near the hay stack as she looked for the deranged being. Out of nowhere Rheavon charged across the way, his movement was odd to her but all happened to fast and she watched the coward fall to the ground, his innards being exposed as he lay twitching. Breena’s brow furrowed as she made her way toward Rheavon.
”Dearest..that was my mouse to play with..” She frowned and lowered her blade as she drew near to him, her fingers stroking along his muscled arm. ”Who was that?
Leila stared on as she watch the sight unfold before her. She wished she could scream, to warn Breena. It was not who she thought it was, fear caught her voice and held it hostage. Why could she not see his eyes, look to his eyes! She screamed in her mind.
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Post by rheavon on Aug 26, 2008 21:09:45 GMT -4
Sinking into his memories, he focused on how he knew Rheavon acted, looking up at her he grinned, "Old friend...well was a friend. We grew up in the orphanage together before being recruited as assassins..." Trailing off he sighed, glancing at the little one, his features turned from Breena as he grinned at her, the darkness in his eyes as he muttered quickly, casting a spell of silence on her.
Turning back to Breena he goes on, drawing from the information he had gathered as he says, "I saw your brother coming this way, probably to collect the girl...but trouble has not passed, Dryke never hunted alone. Will you come in search of him?"
Without waiting for her, he started towards the door, heading out of the barn quickly.
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