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It was almost two hours later when Rose returned to the camp. She'd get maybe two hours of sleep, if she was lucky. Being dead tired, she fell on to her bedrooll, looking at Naito. "Sounds like something from a Mother Goose story," she complained to her friend. Naito just stared at Rose then gave her a gently nudge with her head and growled softly, a slight purr. Rose slowly closed her eyes, purring deeply herself, within minutes she was fast asleep.

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While Rose was asleep, she was dreaming of the past once again. When she awoke, she wouldn't know if she dreamed it, because of her last statement before bed, or if it did happen to her.

A young girl that was about ten years old, by human standards, in pigtails was laying in her PJ's looking at her Father. Her father was sitting on the edge of her bed, reading a story from a book. Though was tired and just wanted to sleep, he knew her daughter liked the story for some reason. She was afraid of spiders, though, maybe it had to do with that, se thought to himself. The nursery rythme, the Spider and The Fly.

"The old spider kept trying and trying to catch the fly into his net and have him for his dinner, though he was going to share it with his friends, too.", he read from the book sitting infront of him. "Finally, the spider caught the fly, or so he had believed. The fly had actually came up with a great idea on a way to trick the spider into believing he had caught him. Then once the spiders turned there back on the little fly, the fly got loose of the net and killed all of the spiders himself.", he paused, looking at his daughter, "What's the morale of this story, Rosie, dear?"

The young girl, stared at her Father, thinking then smiled, "It means that just because you get caught in a trap, it doesn't mean that you're gonna get hurt. You can always turn it around on them." Her father smirked and nodded, "Very good, what else?" Rose titled her head, putting a finger on her chin, thinking harder before speaking, "Not to let your guard down, when you think you've won?.." The man laughed quietly and ruffled her hair, "Good enough little one."

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Rose groaned slightly in her sleep, turning towards the direction of the fire, reaching out with her arms. "Daddy?", she asked in her sleep as if she wanted a hug from the man she was dreaming of.

Bale turned over a bit than woke up. He streched to see the new day. He actually welcomed it for a change. He then looked at the fire and saw it dead to the flame. He stood up and stretched a bit more than started to pack his things. He than looked over and saw Rosie and watched her.

Bale kneeled down to his bag and went through it, he found some meat he was planning on prepareing as a meal for himself for reasons of spices he added but didn't mind sharing some of it. He ripped a piece off and held it out to the panther. The meat was spiced with great peppers, ((aka...habenjuro peppers or however spelled)) but it smelled of rose peddles and salt to add flavor to the spice.

He than stood up and listened to her riddle. It felt like hearing his mother speak to him like always on how to live. But in the long run, have to figure it out to move on.

Spider, fly, prey, death, counter, end. That is what the riddles keys are, but it is odd for such a riddle to be asked out of the blue.

Bale noticed the panther unable to fully eat the meat and be in semi pain and than thumbed the direction to a lake for the panther. Figured the panther would attempt to grab the meat and run over there and just eat it while drinking water to try dull the heat. Bale than looked back at Rose and nodded packing his things.

"If you wish. Lets go than."

Bale walked listening to her and looked back at her. His red and blue eye dark and dead in a way. He than looked back to the road ahead.

"Village never been to, so i know nothing about. I merely had a job there for a second.'

Bale kept a normal pace of walking towards where Rose was taking them.

*A siren walks down the forest to a large pond. Her golden glittery fins spread out around her like a glorious evening gown. Her golden hair sparkles in the light reflecting off the water. Her golden lips are moist with dew; her eyes are haunting and blank. She walks to the center of the pond and spreads her lips dipping her head back. Golden light glows between her breasts and releasing between her lips lets out a call. Her call rings out elegantly, pulling on all strong male warriors, bending their will to hers. Begging sweetly in their ears, to come to her.*

With a sudden pause in conversation Heswina drew reign and halted, "This is a good a spot as any, my dear." She calmly stated as she let her reigns fall slack against the prommel of her saddle. With the air of practiced ease she slid gracefully from the saddle, her silk dress russling softly. "Let me set up tent and change and I'll see about some dinner." She intoned over the back of her horse to the tall black clad figure who had already dismounted his own stalion and was in the process of removing a large green and brown bundle from his saddle. The figure, a man, looked up at Heswina through the perpetual darkness of it's cloak and cowl and stared at her for a moment, "No I'm quite capable of making camp in a dress!" There was another pause as Heswina removed twin bundles, far smaller than the one her companion had drawn, and set them atop fallen leaves and twigs, "Well excuse me for wanting to look nice once in a while! We can't all wear the same thing days on end. Speaking of which, you need a bath!" Giggling softly, the black clad man shaking it's hidden head, Heswina tied and fed her horse, using a soft brissle brush to wipe it down.

With that simple task complete she set about to take the larger bundle from the man, what appeared to be nothing more than a large tarp of green with splotches of darker green, black, brown and gray thrown in so it would disappear into the forest at a casual glance. The process of setting up the tent was slow and tedious as Heswina worked solo in the process ment for atleast four people. Silk skirts whisking softly as she moved, catching leaves and twigs though seemed perfectly intact despite the rugged treatment. After a moment or two of cursing and grumbling Heswina had the tent up. Barely tall enough for the woman to stand completely upright without the top of her head brushing the tent's top the structure was wide enough to accomidate the two sleeping bundles Heswina had thrown off to the side, with barely enough room for their other posessions, assuming they used their saddles as pillows.

Vanishing into the tent produced a russle and bussle of fabrics for a few moments before Heswina's arm went shooting out of the flap of the tent, the fabric held closed against her nude figure, "Hand me my clothes please, I left them in my second saddle pack, on the right side." Again, with the air of practiced ease the black cloaked man slid from his place beside a slightly cleared area of twigs and dried leaves, grabbed the bag and almost heaved it at her in a toss. Catching the bag and startling backwards Heswina cursed a thousand hells on his head as the tent flap was torn shut.

Minutes passed before Heswina emerged again, totally transformed. Clad in snug fitting breeches, a haze of green and brown, with a shirt and coat, also the same sort of green and brown haze that made her blend in with the shadows of the under-forest, Heswina strode across the camp to where the black drawn man was just finishing up clearing a spot for a fire. "There should be a stream nearby, there use to be one that fed the Garden. See if you can find it? I would like some tea if we're to make a fire." Strolling away, short hunting bow in hand and quiver dangling at her waist, Heswina departed into the forest without waiting for so much as an incline in the man's head, though easily enough it probably didn't need to speak or acknowledge Heswina for her to know his words.