With each passing second Kira was agonizingly awaiting her husband's return, silently not saying a single word. She was unknowing of just what her beloved had gone through, still she was unaware of what she would soon be in for when he would be returning to her. She knew that he was a broken man but knew that she was also a forgiving woman when it came to a few things here and there.

She waited in the carriage, looking down at her hands and soon she saw her beloved horse swiftly galloping by. "Feather! .. come here girl!" She called out to her beloved companion, the horse turning sharply and running toward her, slowing down and soon stopping in it's tracks. She shook her head from one side to the other as if she were sayig the word "no" neighing and huffing through her wide nostrils, pawing at the ground with her right hoof and alerting her owner that she was unsettled and nervous from all of what had happened.

"What is it girl .. what happened back there?" Kira asked softly, gently, delicately, seeming to ask as if the majestic animal could speak of her language which was of course impossible. Kira stroked her snout gently up and down the middle of it, letting her beloved Feather know that she was there for her and the gang as well, also letting her know that this was a safe place and harm was not allowed. It was now a distant thing.

Kira guided Feather to the carriage and stood there, waiting for further orders from the orders of the leader of the gang. She wanted to mount her graceful steed and ride her to the Hunting Cabin to find her husband but she was unable to because she was under strict orders because of being restricted to going into town only. She sighed sadly, wanting to ride to figure out as to where her husband was.

She felt as though something awful had happened and it had her heart beating fast and her soul wanting to find out what exactly happened there. With each passing minute the timer ticked down on her sanity that her husband was not returning to the camp. 

SO far it was one and a half days but to her it felt like an eternity. She needed to hold him, to touch him and know that everything was as it should have been. Many would probably call her crazy, insane, paranoid, clingy, worried but she was just being her natural self.

She missed John. She was clingy but she loved each moment of it. She loved his warm touch, she loved being a witness to his smile, she knew that she was a cause of it as he was of hers. She wanted to give him space but she always wanted to be a reason for his proudness.