[color=D6CC88]Between Ethan and Wyth, the girl was sufficiently reassured that when the newest addition to their little group made a comment about the moorcat, she took note.  "His name is Wyth," she told Geoffrey, turning enough so she could see the Muran.  "My daddy helped raise him.  Ydrans are really good with animals, and the ones that are to be begleimaat -- um...it means something like family, or companion -- those ones are trained special.  He's a smart boy."  Amuné smiled and scratched the cat between the ears, the expression broadening when he leaded into her hand.  She was so very glad Wyth at least was still with her.  "Daddy made sure he knows how to look after me...."  She trailed off, her smile faltering, but before she had a chance to get too upset over the events at her village, something else distracted her.

Unfortunately, the distraction was hardly better.  Zander and Nymira were arguing again, and Ethan was moving to join in too.  Amuné clapped her hands over her ears, squeezing her eyes shut.  "Stop it, stop it, stopit!"  Her repetitive chant wasn't all that loud, but it helped drown out a discussion she didn't want to hear.  The girl didn't want to hear any more about that fight, didn't want to even think about it.  Better if she could just forget, then it wouldn't be so upsetting or scary.

She didn't stop until the roar of Norman's funny cart filled the air, and then she looked disappointed.  She'd wanted to say goodbye to him, but it looked like she wasn't going to get to, since he was already moving off.  Ethan mentioned maybe finding another minstrel, and the idea cheered her a bit.  "Or maybe Geoffrey can play something," she suggested.  His flute hadn't gone unnoticed.  "I just want today to be over...."[/color]