<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Hurriedly grabbing the cloak Miaren tosses to her, Fern bundles herself inside.  The cloth of the cloak giving her some measure of security against the unknown sounds, unknown eyes sure to follow.  Shrinking inside she tries desperately for the sense of unnoticed, the sense of quiet any who travel the night uses to avoid detection.  Heart racing madly, her throat a near solid mass barricading breath and saliva from their normal casual passing.<br/><br/>"Please.  I really don't want to be here any more.  Please tell me we aren't going to end up somebody's lunch?"  Fern manages to squeak through tightened vocal cords.