[Armon'sPOV]
GreeneryblurredpastasIrantowardsMoyra'sfamiliarenergy.Shewasn'ttoofarnow,andsheseemedtobeinpain.
AsIquickenedmypace,ItriedtofigureoutwhyIwassoconcerned.Shewasnothingtome,yethereIwasrushingtoherwithoutbeingasked.
Wasthissometypeoffaemagic?Orwasitsomethingmore?
'Mate,'Blaisemurmured,pokinghiswayintomythoughts.
'Bullshit.'
Ididn'twantorneedamate.Theyonlycomplicatethings.OnceIdeterminedthiswomanwasokay,wewouldpartwaysandIwouldbesuretostayaway.
'Goodluck.'Blaisechuckled,slinkinghiswaybacktothedeepestpartsofmymind.
Lettingoutagrowl,Isniffedtheair.Shewasclose,veryclose,andshewasn'talone.Theywerejustbeyondthetreeline,nearasmalllake.
Burstingforth,Iburstthroughthethicketsofthornbushes,andtheretheywere.
Moyrawassittingwithherbackagainstatree,cradlingher
