Eccelisa could feel Dasavi's frustration towards her as a bat feels the dawn. She could also see that the boy was not happy with them invading "his" turf. She felt her eyes thin at this as she unslung her bow and notched an arrow. She aimed it at his chest while she pulled back the arrow until the pheasent fletchings barely tickled the tips of her ears. A part of her hessitated when she got a better view of his face. The auburn hair... she had seen them before. Her mind flashed back about ten years ago, to the sight of a small child with dark red hair and a tear streamed face. Tears that she had caused.<br/><br/>"Arro..." she whispered. She had hid him away in the Forbidden Area because no one went there. Her sister's child. The one Chorl wanted so desperately.