For a long moment, Maeve wanted to whimper, but then she felt firm strength rising in her and she nodded.  "All right, we'll go together."<br/><br/>She heard the heavy gate of her father, his slight limp exhaserbated by a hard day coming towards her.  His heavy oak staff had done it's work against the ogres where his blade had not been at hand.  He laid a hand on her shoulder and smiled, "I wish you didn't need these tools so badly tonight, Meave, i meant them to be a happy gift."<br/><br/>She turned too see a cream collored mare, lithe and spirited, saddled and barded with white leather with a light lance in the saddle cup.  He took his daughter inside and helped her don a nicely fitted suit of silver chain and belt on a matching longsword and targe.<br/><br/>When she emerged again, Meave looked down at herself and couldn't believe her argent brilliance in the moonlight.  She reached out too the fox, willing the niht wind too bare a message too it.<em>We're coming.</em>