By the time Mila returned back home, the clamor of the villagers had grown a bit louder and more curious as Rolf was led back into the village with two guards on either side of him. Yelling could be heard from her home, making Mila hesitate at the door, pressing her hand to the doorway as she strained to pick out whose voices belonged to whom. Her mother and father's were there, as well as Casey and Lily's. But the other two were unknown.<br/><br/>One was deep and rough, while the other was cracked with age and calmer than the first. "Mother?" she called hesitantly into the hut, silencing everyone inside. Mila felt a warm hand take a hold of her own and gently pull her inside. "Mila.. my sweet girl.. lord Don has requested that you stay with him for a little while. It may be some time before we're able to see each other again. But know that this is in your best interest, you will be well provided for there." Margarett Ducan, Mila's mother, told her gently. Placing her hand in her daughter's soft, brown hair and stroking as she helped her take a seat.<br/><br/>Mila's bright, blue eyes stared at nothing and showed nothing, but the shock was written on her face. Raising her hand to her head, she leaned into it and gave a soft groan. The world seemed to tilt beneath her, even though she was sitting. Suddenly, the yelling started up again, except to Mila, it was all too muffled to make out. The only thing she was aware of, was the two strong arms that lifted her out of her chair and swept her away to the outside world, a cold breeze nipping at her cheeks as they left the hut.<br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/>Mila didn't know how long it had been before a man gently pulled her down off the horse's back, setting her down onto the cobblestones. Brushing off his offer of help, Mila simply took her walking cane as it was offered and began to make her way to where she thought she should be going. "M-mam! I should really show you the way. I-" the younger man started, but was cut off as Mila rounded on him in the direction she heard his voice. "I don't need your help!" she snapped. Deeply upset by being taken unwillingly from her home, or sent here, which ever it was, it unnerved her. It was almost as bad as someone taking away her walking cane. Without it, she would be entirely at the mercy of others.<br/><br/>Lifting her head to the wind, Mila inhaled deeply, trying to 'see' the world around her. The slight tang of salt in the air told her of a shore nearby, making her heart leap with joy. She had always wanted to go to the shore but her family had always been too busy to take her. Not that she blamed them, there was a lot to be done. Hearing and feeling the approaching foot steps, Mila tensed up and straightened herself, she wouldn't show how afraid she really was to be here.