Almost against her will, Adija relaxes enough to follow his steps with more grace, nodding attentively to his description and explanation.<br/><br/>And then her idyll is interrupted.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3743216#msg3743216">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 08-10-2010, 09:58:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A scream was heard from the other end of the camp. Of course, that's not far, and the boy who is screaming is actually trying to be understood.<br/>"She's dead! No! She's dead, I tell you..."<br/>Someone is running towards the camp from the forest nearby, waving his hands and screaming on the top of his lungs. His tunic looks suspiciously dark in the light of the setting sun, unlike what is typical for the Sarista, but his voice shows their characteristic accent.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>One hand steels inside her voluminous robes, the other drops to her sash, grabbing for the dagger held there but not yet pulling it free of it's sheath!<br/><br/>"Ahhhhhh, and here we are," she hisses, whirling away from her dance partner as though having already forgotten he exists.