It seemed Zelgadis wasn't the only one eager to move on. Larea shot ahead of them, taking the lead down the path, and Ahmaht soon followed. Zel continued a bit behind them, not sure he trusted Sigrun to follow along on her own. He kept glancing back at her to check if she was following them, or if she was falling to far behind, or (for all he knew) if she'd randomly broken out sprinting and was about to plow him over. As much as a large part of him would<span style="font-style: italic">love</span>to let Sigrun have a little vacation<span style="font-style: italic">alone</span>in the woods, he wouldn't feel right just abandoning her. Who could tell if someone like Sigrun would become a thriving wild-woman or be killed by a bear in the first fifteen minutes? ... Or maybe in Sigrun's case she'd be shredded by a field of grass. That whole damned story was stuck in his head now!<br/><br/>Zel began to search the sky and the treeline when he wasn't taking glances at Sigrun. He wasn't much of a cloud watcher, but anything to get that story out of his head. That tree over there sure was fascinating... In due time, it seemed (or so he hoped) that his headache was beginning to fade.