<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=227485.msg11589932#msg11589932">Quote from: Dhi on 29-08-2015, 05:29:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/a2f9ee9f69862b4347b81042d23f8c7c/tumblr_nmi4a72NCd1qgd7rdo1_1280.png)</div>For most of the trek through the dark woods she had kept pace with Ran Fletcher, old Moran's girl, but had consistently found something to look at off her own side of the path. She was amicable speaking to Ran, but avoided looking. "Range, march, point- it sounds as though you've taken some lessons on war, Ms. Fletcher. You're awfully young to be involved in such a thing." When the way ahead posed difficult climbs for a woman with a wounded hip, she offered her hand and paid close attention to Ran's footing on the crumbly forest soil. Finally, she could take it no longer. She unclasped her fur cloak and draped it round Moran's daughter whether she seemed to want it or not. "The forest gets colder as the night presses on."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“Oh!” the redhead giggled a little.  “Thank you, Dza.”  She snuggled up inside the fine cloak.  “It is getting a little cold.”<br/><br/>Though between Dza's skill and Caro's magic, her wound had been reduced to simple stiffness, she graciously accepted the occasional help with the dark trail.  “The eagle by day and the owl by night,” she murmured, then explained to Dza, “My great uncle has taught me some wood elf customs, including a spiritual ties to the eagle.  We scout for the miltia together back home.  I haven't formaly trained with them, but I learned enough to act as a guide or give a consise report.”<br/><br/><div align="center">*   *   *</div><br/>“Shadow goblins, sir?” Ran inquired at the gate.  “That actually sounds about right.  Ebony skin, strange war paint?  They bloodied us a little bit, truth be told, sir, but Dza and Caro took good care of us.”<br/><br/>After bidding the others a good night, Ran slipped in behind Dza, folding the cloak over her arm.  “Oh,” she commented, seeing the soldier working with the steel encasing her body.  “May I help you with that?”  The redhead hung up the black girl's cloak, then moved to her.  She didn’t have a lot of experience helping another with armor, but enough.  “Please call me Ran,” she added.  “I hope we can be friends.”