Watching the men as they turn to stroll companionably away from them, Fern's thoughts broadcast loud and clear to the other woman, her tone one of whimpering fear, as close to real panic as she has ever been in her life.<br/><br/>"I wanna go home, I wanna go home, I wanna go home" the only coherent thoughts clearly understood.  Everything else a jumble of words tripping over one another.  Too frightened to couch or control her thoughts into sentences they instead rode the wave of emotion crashing repeatedly through her mind.<br/><br/>Her eyes darting rapidly about the verdant field would be recognized by any passing wolf as the look of a rabbit hunted.  Instead they find the elven woman boring into hers.  Her emotions pinging between them as Fern tries valiantly to control the gasps of fearful breaths that would surely give them away.<br/><br/>"Please, there must be a way.  Please,  can you get us home now?"