[center][u]Lyn[/u][/center]

Ssarak carried her in his arm. Her small body, tired and exhausted slightly from expending too much magic, was rocked by the motion that she managed to sleep most the way there. It was a better alternative to ridding piggy back since his wings made it rather hard to wrap her legs about his torso, though she liked the way the sun glimmered though the gossamer wings and fought the impulse to touch them. Instead she tried to imagine how they would’ve felt. Among the things she had been able to gather, most had slipped her mind, including the rune Alaira had given her and the fact her own had seemed to flicker red. 

However the caravanmaster’s comment hadn’t gone unheard. Though part of her wished she was able to make it vanished, including the nasty feeling she had churning in her stomach, because of his clear displeasure at her sudden appearance. Lyn hadn’t counted on being discovered until they had reached town. That way no one would’ve known she was there and Lucillia’s aid would’ve been kept secret, preventing her from being in trouble which caused a great anxiety in the child. It seemed the others silently agreed with the man.

Impulsively she squeezed her stuff animal for comfort, its arms wrapped about her protectively, while she had forgotten the rune she had stuffed in her belt pouch alongside her dagger.

Hours later evening drew in and they pulled up to the Inn. The horse snorted while the head man got off, his feet hit the dirt hard and started to make arrangements for the night. Since Lyn wasn’t a part of the plans, it was likely she would be bunking with someone or she slept in the barn with the animals. She had to admit the second thought wasn’t as appealing to her. In the background, heavier and louder voices shouted for attention with words about ‘Anti-demon’ weapons which had gained her curiosity. She couldn’t help but wonder if they were anything like Uncle Tyrael’s works back at home. The young girl didn’t have much time to wonder when her unofficial guardian’s words had caused her to jerk upwards, Mei just coming into view with a blunt answer. It was then something clicked inside her mind and made Lyn remember Alaira’s last words and the rune. Immediately she started to wiggle to reach her pouch, enough so that Ssarak had placed her down, her mind speaking in excited and positive emotions. Namely because she could help. 

‘Wait, Aunt Alaira gave me something for Meirin. A rune…Here!’ Lyn smiled as the stone was revealed, her hand held out for the Esyire and dropped it into his. ‘I hope this one doesn’t turn red too.’ 

For a moment, she stood there while the older adults spoke. At least until something tugged at her interest when she caught the merchants trying one last time to hawk their wares then began to pack up. Her wonder grew and finally got the better of her as she turned in place, her eyes narrowed at the dagger displayed in the man’s hand. Something wasn’t right with it. That much she knew, her body already moved toward their set and seemed engrossed in finding out what bothered her about the weapons. Unless she was stopped, Lyn would find herself by where the men were packing up and readying to head off to Eania shortly.