With a whimper soft and inocent, Meave hugged her father tight.  But when the long embrace was done, she felt her strength returning.<br/><br/>She swung up into the saddle and guided the horse with her thighs.  "Berahs, Kestrel, I need you both."<br/><br/>She started through the crowd 'til she reached Deborah and the flower.  She smiled at the priestess from the temple of the rival pantheon to Selune, Lathander, and Lurue.  "Ride with us, sister?" she inquired.