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"Love?" He pondered it for a moment, "I don't know, it be hard for me to say I have loved anyone the same I do family, but then that would belittle all the joys I have experianced with others through my life, so I would say that I have loved, but not in a traditional sense."

Quin watched her as she ran off, "Things are really weird here." Deciding that here was as good as any where to rest he layed down in the grass along the trail. Finding it unusualy comfortable he feel asleep.

Rivven walked quickly through the woods, if it could be called a walk. His legs pumped rapidly, and he never stopped calling out for Morgan for more than a breath. She had to be somewhere. He planned to find her. "Morgan! Morgan where are you?" It would have helped if he could bump into someone at least, who might be able to say where to look for her. Damn soft voice, I could use a booming shout right about now. If she is out here, how would I ever find her unless I can cover some real distance with a shout... "Morgan!"

Rivven stopped, and ran to the voice, rushing up to Morgan and kneeling beside her. Throwing his arms around her, unable to stop himself despite how angry she might be at him right then, he put his forehead into her shoulder and immediatly started speaking, realizing how disoriented she looked as he trailed off. "Morgan, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left, I-I... I should have just stayed with you, it's just I- I felt like I was losing control of myself, and I was afraid that I might go too far, or hurt... you..." he pulled his head away and brushed the feathers out of her hair with one hand, not bothering to try to straighten it, and met her eyes. "Are you alright love? What happened? This doesn't look like before, did something happen?" he said, his new panic and concern mixing with the older.

"No, I shouldn't have left like that, even if it had been your fault... but yes. Let's go home." He said standing and offering her a hand to get up. He was surprised that it had gone so simply, so quickly. And that she blamed herself. He considered it entirely his own fault, if she'd done something, lost control like he thought he was about to, there was no way she could be faulted for it. He was just ashamed, and sad that the night hadn't continued. To cut off feelings like that for both of them... the sudden change of gears from joy to sorrow and panic had been brutal to him the night before, she must have had just as bad.

((Make this a few hours before, Please!))

Chantico had been leading her horse out for some excercise in the woods, when it sounded like someone was hurt. There was definatly a crying sound. Soon, she laced the horse up to a nearby tree and stepped carefully up to see what was the matter. Chanti knew better than to just barge into strangers in a foreign land to her. What greeted her eyes was a bit hard for her to take. Once she was sure that the woman wasn't being raped (the crying and torn clothing at first had set her alarm off, but now she saw that wasn't so), she hid her face and blushed hard. "They must be husband and wife" she repeated to herself desperatly, wiping her forehed with a small hanky.

She had headed for the lake near the center of te guild, it the place that got most sunlight. Sitting on the sand, a light tide with the breeze, she was reading a rather large book, one looking on no value, but full of much knowledge; words small and pressed together tightly. Every now and then she would laugh at something, or grunt, maybe even let out a small hollar. As she read on, her mind was filling up again with her past with her father and some with Passe, it almost playing out every detail in her head.

Empty air, soundless nights. Thats how high up these mountins were, so high that they provided such beauty.

Ultima had been camping up here for a week now, seclusion was an important thing to him these days. Once he had left the bar he had walked up here, his friend at the bar had laid to him a small bit of advice concerning his problem, He had done as instructed and now he was righ again.

Ultima's pride and joy could now return to him as his flower finally had, his soul now not barren with peoples evil thoughts or wicked tounges. His whole being was ready for a return to how he used to be, there was still just one problem in his way.

Below him sat the tree line, there wasnt much going on yet. The ocean waves were growing and time was passing as it once did.