The elf gave him a long cold stare and rubbed her shoulders looking uncompfatable "I would rather not say..."

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(Yergh... *falls over and groans* *sobs histerically* I've been sick for four days.... be sure to slow down.... must...figure....something....out *coughhackcough*)

Maihele sighed, seeming annoyed with the chatter going on, then her gaze moved to where the whinny of a horse was heard. She seemed to sniff the air with an inquisitive expression, then suddenly she grasped Rhavaniel's arm with a gentle, though firm, grip. "Come... we need to be going, it seems it is becoming far too crowded..." she murmured then pulled the she-elf along carefully through the woods, leaving the mortal and the other elf to themselves.

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Shrugging, she walked with her, throwing a questioning glance over her shoulder. "What is it?" she asked carefully and pulled her arm back to her self with a strong yank. Then she stooped, clutching her broken rib with a pained exspression "How....How far?" she wheezed.
((Poor thing *hands a cup of tea to make feel better* I was ill as well the other day... migranes.))

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(Ah, thank you *loves tea* I've been sick nearly all week... fever, coughing, aches, all the stuff you could ever list... lol.. basically a bad flu... still have it >< )

"Honestly, Rhavaniel..." Maihele paused, seeming to consider that she was trusting this elf a little too much for her own good. "I'll tell you what it is when the time is right..." The dark-elf grew uncommonly silent, even when Rhavaniel questioned how far, to which she merely cast a glance towards the elf and paused to wait.

A shadow seemed to follow them for a moment, but then it drifted off, like a dark mist in the deep Twilight like light of the forest which surrounded them. Chill winds coursed their way through the thick trees, stirring the drab attire into ghostly folds about the dark-elf.

"We should be close enough to call for Fleer," Maihele murmured before she gave a shrill whistle and soon heavy hooves were heard thundering towards them, or more so felt, and a black steed paced to a halt before them. Without farther hesitation, Maihele grasped the elf and set her atop the horse, climbing to sit behind her. "We're going to a village.... I have something to deliver to... a friend, then I'll see if we can find a healer to look after you." She explained then spurred Fleer into a heavy gallop, which the steed readily accomplished.

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(ah! poor Silm! I hug yah...but you know germs..lol hope you get better!)<br> Eomira watched them ride off then glanced at Tobious. "So what is your reason for being in the middle of nowhere?"

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(*waves arms and jumps up and down* hello?!?! where did everyone go??)

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(o.o you scare em off... honestly, though, Malrid seems to have vanished...)

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(Appologies)

Tabious looked up at her and threw the rest of his fish away.
"Thinking time you might call it. I have been in the wilderness for many years, havent been anywhere near a village for a long time. What about yourself?"

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(*sighs sadly* I do...I scare people *sniffs* lol)<br>
Eomira shrugged. "No reason either. Just trying to get away from a few things I guess." Eomira sighed. "Well, now I know what I can do." Eomira glanced in the direction that Maihele and Rhavniel took then back towards the woods.

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(*grumbles* maybe I shouldn't post anymore...I scare people away...)

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((^^ *isch back*))
Rhavaniel shrugged slightly and held onto the horse limply and sat perfectly still.

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(*tackle hugs Rhav* YOU"RE ALIVE!!! I'm not alone!! happy days!!!)

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((*does a little dance to celebrate being alive* Yay for me *))

The elf tried to put meanings behind the words, but her head didnt want to react. She shived and held on tight.

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Maihele continued the pace steadily through the day, until the night set in, and it was then that she finally pulled the steed to a stop. Fleer sidestepped in a fidgety manner before settling down, his black coat slicked with sweat. Clouds gathered ominously in the sky, threatening a downpour at any moment. "Seems we shall encounter a rather strong storm," the dark elf murmured, the movement of her lips hidden beneath the shadowing hood.

She dismounted Fleer and grasped the reins, bringing them forward over the horse's head. "You stay on," she swiftly instructed Rhavaniel. Leading the steed forward, the dark-elf engaged in a swift and steadily tireless stride.

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(YAY! *Hugs silm* Your alive to!!)<br>
Eomira headed towards the woods. Whistling softly, her horse came towards her. Mounting she rode back towards the place where she had last seen the Rohirrim.

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Tabious ignored her and lay on the ground next to his fire. Should he follow? No, he thought. Maybe tommorow.

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