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Was it because she had had the nap in the late afternoon or simply the first night in another bed? However, during night Lucind woke up for the third time and had enough of rolling around from one side onto the other.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and staring in a daze on her bare feet she thought about what she could do now. With a hearty yawn Lucind stood up, slipped into her plain, wide fitting trousers, her dark green pullover and the boots.
As quiet as possible the woman left her room and walked to the hot spring, leaving her shoes at the entrance to not soil the ground.

It was nice being surrounded by the wafting steam while the Half-Siren sat next to the spring, leaning against its low border, cheek resting on forearm.
Droplets and trickles creeped up her hand, which hovered over the surface, low water spirits wound herself through her fingers.
This was nice...soothing...tiring...

"...! I really fell asleep, tsk. Unbel-"
She turned her head towards the door, her ears twitching.
No, must've been an illusion. Time to return to my bed.
When Lucind opened the door, though, she directly saw the opposite door at the end of the hallway falling shut.
No sound of footsteps? Would've heard them even if someone had come out of one of the first rooms. ... Ah well, whatever, I should really sleep now - and not play with the idea to do a nocturnal stroll...

By the time the had finished this thought she was already wearing fur coat and scarf.
A few seconds later she made her way barefooted (carrying the boots under an arm) towards the monastery's front door.



What had Hul said? The temperature dropped drastically during night? Right now Lucind only had one proper description for that: ******** cold. Still she kept on dashing carefully through the wood, the scarf hiding half of her face, amber eyes contrasting to the black fabric and gleaming in the moonlight which fell through the trees.

Even if the snow muffled most sounds walking through it caused at least a faint crunching - which was more than enough for her ears. And she wasn't blind, too. For a split second Lucind had thought to make out black robes fluttering in the distance between the trunks.
But finally she gave up and leaned against a cornifer. No matter how much curiousity pressed for finding out what was going on it was still impolite to sneak after someone whose motives most likely were absolutely harmless and reasonable. Or something like this.

Lucind hugged herself and looked up at the moon.
Maybe they're still celebrating...
Every 28th day the Siren praised the full moon and everything else what they found worth being praised. After a formal rite they sang and danced, had good food, wine, listened to tales.
She hummed the beginning of a very popular song for this feasts.

The movement didn't stop, she kept going. Faster and faster, trying to get the boy to safety away from the wings of Death. The cool rushes of air passed and hit her face causing her to have difficulties to see. But she had a good feeling on where she was going. After a few hundred meters the sight of the Black Hospital was in sight.

Relief soon fell upon her as she drew closer knowing that Death was still on their tails. So close and yet so far some would say. But Madi still had to keep her game up. Few more meters passed till finally she stopped nearly a few feet from the door. She looked over her passenger to make sure he was alright.

"You ok?" She smiled reassuringly, without waiting for an answer she ran towards the large iron doors on where a large dent was from her visit. Her paws smacked once or twice against the dark doors making an echo sound from the inside. She wasn't sure how the doors worked but she countinued to try.

"For Godsakes! Please...someone just open the door!" Screamed Madi in a desperate act. She was frightened, she could feel it. Fearful for this boy's life, she countinued to smack the door with her paws. Quickly afterwords she looked back to see how her patient was doing yet again. Scuttling over she looked into the boys face to see how his concious levels where doing. Obviously, not so well.

"Stay with me! Come on!" pleaded the young rabbit as she started to snap her fingers infront of his face trying to get his attention back in focus. She whined alittle in a moment of panic. Hopefully, someone would open the doors.

"...."

The humming stopped, though not at once.
So he had been indeed very close. And what else could she have expected in this deathly silent area than being heard even at some distance?

Lucind pushed herself off of the tree and, pulling down her scarf, walked around it, revealing her presence.

Calmy watching him approach the woman spoke with her voice quiet and low:
"I didn't mean to disturb. I apologize."

The same odd feeling was nudging her mind, maybe even since feeling this unnatural bone chilling cold. It was like the feeling she had back on the Merchant's Ring when facing The Destroyer - only that it was much weaker now.
And this voice...

"My name is Lucind Varhetel. ... I think we passed by each other last afternoon in the monastery."

He bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement and began to walk back to the monsatery. As noted before by Hul, he was a very quiet individual, not big on words.

He paused, standing with his back turned to the woman as he spoke his answer, or rather, he countered with a question of his own. "You wish to see my face?"

Was it so true that only the moon looked upon him? Something inanimate which never shied away from his gaze, where everything else did?

"..."

He reached up to his head with his left arm, the long sleeves of his black robes falling over his fingers as he lifted the cowl up and let it fall to his back. The gleam of silver hair reflected moonlight as he turned his head to look over his right shoulder.

Sharp facial features lined his face, his skin a pallid white, and pure mercury orbs bore into the woman's soul, or rather through it, and going on through the tree she stood in front of.

He said nothing, but waited for the woman's reaction. No hint of emotion or expression on his ice carved features.