Nympadora looks between the two and then turns to look at the mob as the men made contact.  Her hand went to her mouth as the wreathing mass shifted towards them.  There was something beautiful in the mass love making, but terrifying.  She saw the two soldiers already being overwhelmed and blushed.<br/><br/>She looked at the magician, the tom boy and the rouge and realized they were waiting on someone.  Instictively she looked for her father but remembered it was her that was in charge.<br/><br/>She giggled to cover the fact that she felt the weight of authority and responsibility  on her shoulders. Heavy is the crown daddy had always said.  Now she understood what he ment.  She took a deep breath and held her head up pointing.  "We go for the woods."<br/><br/>With that she turned on her mask of royalty she had been taught since birth and with her chin high and hips swaying (that last part she had learned on her own) and walked forward as if she were leading an entourage into a ball.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>