<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, On Horse [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br/><br/>As Lilian thundered past Marcus, she saw the hard steel in his eyes, proud that her family had such a fine protector, her anger abated a bit.  Marcus really did give good advice sometimes.  Her face relaxed slightly but tensed as the sounds of splintering wood filled the air.  A few good arrows could pierce through the carriages, hurting her little sister and her friends inside.  Lilian couldn't think about that now, she had other worries.  All she could believe was that it had been right not to go back to the carriages, her new possession was sure to have gotten hurt.<br/><br/>Grasping at the body behind her she felt for the elf's hands.  "Hold tight to me" Lilian called.  "I'm going to keep you safe!"<br/><br/>Lilian swerved her horse into the next outcropping of trees and rode until the sounds of arrows faded away.  Rather than circle back to the wagon, it would be safer now just to hide.  How hard could it be to remain nondescript in her beloved forest?