[color=D6CC88][u][b]Riverside[/b][/u]

Amuné sighed in relief.  Ethan was okay.  He was okay, and she'd be okay.  She scrunched up her nose when he tapped it, surprising a small giggle out of her, but her heart was still pounding from the mess.  She settled with Wyth as the man started sharpening a stick and headed off to hunt, her gaze drifting to Cecil.  He really was strange.  Did he really not need to eat?  And only a few months old, how was that even possible?  She kept changing her opinion on him, and couldn't get her thoughts to settle on the subject.

Wyth rubbed his head against her hand as she pet him.  The moorcat had no such concern.  His girl was okay, there was no danger, and everything was fine.  The warm sun felt nice, and he enjoyed his girl's attention.  "You could use a brushing," she told him as fur came off on her fingers.  "You're shedding."

Ethan returned with a water mouse, and Amuné eagerly went to gather firewood while Wyth stayed behind.  Since Cecil didn't know that they needed small pieces as well as big for a fire, she showed him the different types, and had gathered an armful by the time Ethan called that he was going to say hi.  Her gaze moved to where he was heading, and she paled.  The man was scary, and --

She gasped as a vision hit her, her eyes flickering.  Ethan, battered and beaten.  Ethan drowned.  Ethan dead and Cecil in pieces, and the scary man turning to look at her, and giving her a frown. No, no, no!  She didn't realize that she was saying that out loud, a string of quiet "no"s as her face went pale.   The armful of firewood fell from her grasp, and she staggered a bit as weariness washed over her.  "Ethan!" she shrieked, just as the young man gave the same name to the stranger.  "No, get away from him!"  She leaped over the pile of wood, forcing herself to move despite feeling weak because of her magic, heading for the bridge.  "Wyth, come!" she called, moving as fast as her legs could take her towards Ethan.  And then the water moved by the strange Magi's magic, and all she could think was why was a Magi attacking, that wasn't right, the blessings of the saints wasn't for hurting people!  It was only for helping.

Cecil got there before she did, leaping very high to do so.  He was more than human with his lifting both Ethan and herself earlier, and now his amazing jump, but the bad man was using water.  If he got hit, he'd rust.  And if Ethan was hit...she didn't know.  Amuné was sure it would hurt.  "Wyth!  Defend!" she cried, pointing at Ethan.  The moorcat surged ahead of her, and planted himself between the two Magi, snarling.  If the stranger attacked again, he would find a very fast and very agile feline coming at him.[/color]