Nicola proceeded on foot. She let the reigns fall as Prince would never leave her. She looked around-she 'felt' more than saw anyone watching. It was an eery feeling-as if someone was behind her but when she turned, no one appeared, not even a shadow. She held one hand on her dagger the other on the hilt ready to pull it out at a second's need. She stepped gently trying to make as little noise as possible. An owl hooted and Nicola bent to her knees -watching- waiting- listening. Again, no one and no thing showed its presence. She slowly rose and moved on, pushing the lush vegetation away from her view.<br/><br/><em>Who is here, who is watching and waiting? Could it be Hecate's priestess ready to do battle? It doesn't matter, I am ready!</em><br/><br/>Her steps were more sure now, for if it was battle to be done this day, she was ready. Her goddess would protect her and if it was her day to die, she would do it with valor and honor.<br/><br/>Nicola came upon the grove of beautiful tall trees- a lovely stream running through it to. Here she felt a sense of peace- still the feeling of being watched, but, a calmness that she had not felt since dismounting her steed. She bent to the stream and cupped her hand in its gently whispering coolness bringing her hand to her lips to taste its sweet nectar.