Branwenn gasped as she clung to Donald, her arms wrapping about him tighter as she felt Rook's large muscles flexing and stretching beneath his load. He was a strong horse and she prayed that he would be alright carrying the two of them. Breaking free from the shadowy forest the maiden looked up at the open velvet night skies of the moor and felt wonder fill her emerald eyes.<br/><br/>It was so beautiful, the stars, there was so many of them as her raven locks flowed behind her. The sight had breifly taken her mind away from the moment and danger that was racing behind them in pursuit," Donald...Where will we go?" Her eyes had to be pulled from the night sky as she bit her lip, her cheek pressed to the male's back as she watched the moor fly by. "Rook is injured, and if my father catches us...You will be punished as well..."<br/><br/>The thought of her hero being punished for her run away caused a sickening churn in her gut as she closed her eyes tightly. If she had him stop Rook, she may be able to convince her father that it was all her fault, and possibly save Donald from his punishment. "Donald, please...stop Rook...I-I will take my punishment...You do not deserve the punishment that will befall you if we are caught..." With her a final gentle squeeze, half of her mind sneered saying that he would be punished no matter what the other thought that if she took her punishment, and submitted to her father's wishes, that Donald, the soft brown eyed worrior would be spared.