Standing there she felt a ping of fear as he crossed his arms, dropping her gaze so low she could see her toes.  He was angry with her wasn't he?  She'd just wait as he approached, hugging her which caused her to close her eyes and press to his chest.  Forgiveness perhaps? He was the first person she'd expect it from so she surely couldn't think it otherwise.  Finally looking up she'd lean in close to lick his chin before he'd let her go, watching as he went to the room.  Then she'd notice his direction.  The bedroom?Following after him she'd watch as he stripped himself down, her ears perking up with a bit of hope he was in a mood for a little action, yet as he started dressing up in the armor and quiver, taking up his bow anew she realized it was a different action to be had.  Her ears immediately dropped again as she frowned.  Were they going out again?  Had they not just gotten back to this tower?  The place of comfort as home to Atticus by what she could smell.   Hadn't she feared enough?  Wasn't there enough pain all around to have been had?<br/><br/>Why did they want more?<br/><br/>She had to keep asking herself that question as Cyrus left for Atticus' study, however she'd not follow.  Why did they keep pressing into more and more places in acts ultimately being things of danger?  Turning around she'd head down to just outside the tower and wait, her ears completely against her head.  As they discussed their plans she could only think to do one thing.  Sitting to her rear for the time to cry.  In truth what really bothered her wasn't even the traveling.  It was the lack of knowing what their path was...It took her a moment however in time she was able to calm down her nerve, raising her head just in time to see a familiar face.  The young child that had tackled her before rushing on along with a sleugh of other children in tow seemed rather well focused on getting to her.  A few of the youth quickly took to gawking and talking.<br/><br/>"Oh Wow She Does Look Like A Tiger!"-"I heard from dad she took out a whole army of bandits."-"A whole army? No way! Girls can't fight!"-"Take that back! We can too!"-"Guys, Shut Up!  She's not a fighter.  I took her down myself but she turned out to be really nice!"-"Oh shut up, there's no way you took down the bandit killer!"<br/><br/>Wiflor would watch in confusion as the kids started talking, fighting or competing with their knowledge about what they didn't know about.  She of course had no idea what they were talking about but she did remember one of the kids.  After a few seconds she'd notice one of the kids running off.<br/><br/>"Hey, I'll show you!  You guys just get out of the way!"-"Wait, what are you doing?"-"Hang on! Don't you dare hurt her!"-"I'm not going to hurt her! Just Watch!"<br/><br/>As the kid dashed around the corner the others remained, talking or staring at where the young girl disappeared.  After a few minutes the galloping of a steed on the cobbled paths could be heard.  Not understanding until the last minute the kids turned their attention to it before seeing a large horse rushing down the street in a rage.  Most of the kids were dumbstruck as it charged and Wiflor stood, stepping past them so the horse could be hindered.  Not understanding that the young girl did this as a test she just thought to stop the horse before it could cause any harm, and as it encroached on her own field of reach she'd act.<br/><br/>Taking the brunt of the horse's movement she'd all but stop it dead in it's tracks with a bit of brute force, quickly after lifting it so it couldn't run around.  Holding the horse until it calmed down the kids were standing in awe and wonder, watching what would of been a simple feat.  Lords help Wiflor if they ever learned of the dragon...Once the horse was willing to calm down she'd put it down just in time for a trader to come running after his runaway horse, some stupid kid seeming to let it loose and agitate it until it escaped towards the tower.<br/><br/>With the kids still in awe their excitement would get the better of them with the horse being taken away, and without warning Wiflor would find herself on the ground yet again, the children grabbing at her tail, her ears, petting at her fur, asking questions, laughing, and ultimately just having themselves a blast.  Wiflor wasn't sure what to make of it but ultimately just kept watching.  By the time Cyrus and Atticus would come out with the wagons readied up they'd likely find Wiflor buried alive under a pile of<span style="text-decoration: line-through;">Rabid</span>. . . Excitable children.