Nimue walked to the wall which was the boundary between the Christians and the pagans. She knew better than to tread on their land but was so enamored of the knight that she simply wasn’t paying that much attention. She had taken no more than a half a score of steps when she heard the plaintive roaring coming from the Tor. Stopping, she looked over her shoulder but could see nothing.<br/><br/>The line between the Man/God and the old gods was thin and the Lady of the Lake guarded her protégées zealously. Not that she held anyone in bondage because she didn’t but Vivianne knew what the monks were capable of doing in the name of “all that is holy”. The roar was one of the first layers of protection.<br/><br/>“Oh, really, I must be going. Layla calls for me.” Nimue looked around nervously. “Um, she uses her horn to call thus.” The girl explained with a flicker of an eyebrow. It was true, the roar did some from her horn, the one on her snout, that is. “I must go before she is sent to seek me. I love Layla and wouldn’t have her worry for the world.”<br/><br/>Nimue stayed a heartbeat longer and tip toed to press a kiss on the knight’s cheek. She slipped out of her cape and gave it to the knight, despite a puzzled look on his face.<br/><br/>“Keep this. If you should want to see me again, you can say you found this in the woods, yon. I must go.”<br/><br/>The roar came again, but closer,<br/><br/>“I come, anon,” Nimue called and ran back across the field just as a golden dragon fluttered to a landing by the springs. The dragon hopstepped toward her and Nimue raced to meet her. She tossed her arms affectionately around the smoking snout. The dragon crouched down to allow the girl to spring to her back. With the butternut dress she wore, Nimue looked like part of the dragon’s golden scale. The dragon sprang to the air and Nimue blew a kiss to Maric in farewell.