[center][h2]Roc Mission[/h2][/center]

Eural had grown impatient. 

The would be hunters had left some time ago to attend to their to tasks and had left him with the wagon, horse and making camp for the moment which he didn't mind. The only problem was the fact the day was wasting away and they still were no closer to killing the Roc away, meaning more victims like the poor sap who carelessly was traveling to the College would become more likely. The eerie silence in the woods was starting to make him unease as his hand patted Samson along the nose, snout and flank causing the animal to nuzzle him slightly. It was a small comfort to the guide. The stallion's teeth nickered and chewed a bit at the tunic, seeking sugar cubes that Eural no longer had. 

“Git off, you had enough!” Eural gently snapped, a smirk played on his lips.  Samson snorted indignity, his body made the wagon creak and the guide's eyes instinctively moved to check the oversize crossbow. It was impressive, even if he had a hard time imagining something like that could take down that large bird.   

When he finally noticed the group emerging into the campsite, he frowned and started to move Samson toward the direction where the Roc had been last spotted. “Look, we've wasted enough time getting your items and it's several hours past noon. We don't want to hunt a Roc at night. Right now, it's only a bit farther to where the nest is and unless you all want to be it's next meal, I suggest you all hurry.” 

[h2][center][color=pink]Lyn[/color][/center][/h2]

Lyn looked up, her eyes brimmed with tears and her hands felt wet from the tears streaming down. She wanted to curl up into a ball as she thought about the pain she had caused. Her arms wrapped about her knees while she started downward, unable to look into Alaira's eyes and tried to understand what she had done wrong. Nothing came to mind. Still hating herself, she sniffed some then moved to the side enough to make room for her Aunt. The wagon creaked and squeaked, shifting slightly until the half elf settled in. Her words were soothing as Lyn leaned into Alaira's hug and feeling her strong arms hold her tightly. Lyn pulled away just enough to make a gesture the pair had worked out that meant pain then pointed from her self to Alaira. 

[color=pink]'I hurted you though! I hurted you!' [/color] Her mind was saying the words, her body shaking slightly.