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Canas had wandered off, leaving her all alone. yes, there were other people there, but she felt alone. Seated, she wrapped her arms around her legs. Her headache was still there, but something had changed. She felt fear and shock and pain, but more than that, an overwhelming feeling of sadness. She wondered what exactly was going on--or what had happened.

Fatigue threatened to overcome her, and she fought back sleep, knowing what would come with it. She did not need that right now, even if she did need sleep. That knowledge combined with her conflicting emotions, causing tears to well up and overflow. Wiping them away, she rose. For some unknown reason, she had the urge to dance.

She walked off into the forest and away from the camp, close enough that if someone were to call her she could still hear. Her hurried footsteps turned into slow, graceful steps as she reached a small clearing. Toes pointed, placing her feet down toes first instead of heels, she closed her eyes, her sash slipping down her arms and into her hands.

Dancing only to the music inside her heart, she twirled, spinning her sash up and around. Why she danced, she did not know, but it seemed--no, felt--like what she should be doing at that moment.

All emotion, all thought, everything she had at that moment went into the dance. She lost herself in the movement and the music no one else could see or hear.

Step step, twirl, spin, hold. Step step, twirl spin hold--

Toe heel, toe heel, toss--

Toe heel, toe heel, catch.

Left and twirl and bow. . . .

She held the pose, breathing slightly hard from the exertion of dancing. Finally, she stood straight, tears filling her eyes making everything blurry. She collapsed, dropping her sash. It fluttered gently, falling in a crescent around the dancer. Her eyes drifted upwards, finding the stars between the trees. A tear slid down her cheek.

Such beauty should not be marred by tears. . . .

She half laughed, half sobbed, reaching a hand to wipe her tears away.

"What am I . . . What am I doing?" she wondered aloud, making the half laugh, half sob noise again.

Sitting there, staring up at the stars, she just watched. Inside her head, the music was gone, as if it had faded away on a breeze just as quickly as it had come.

The last thing Ephraim remembered was strolling through the woods then all of a sudden....everything went black and if he recalled (if any) there was a sudden thud...but perhaps it was his own body landing on the dirt before he completly blacked out.

".........oww........" He barely opened his eyes and in time to see the person he punched earlier..wait..was this pay back..? Either way, Ephraim now had a throbbing headache and boy was it an unpleasant feeling. Whatever but that punch was enough to knock him out for...maybe a good five minutes...probably because..ow..wait...why was his left eye in so much pain? Oh hell no, as if the elbow to cheek wasn't bad enough, now a (possible) black eye? DUUUUURRRR, What worse could the prince get.

"Ah Lad. Your starting to come to. Im just gonna lay you down here. Jeez that shiner is coming in really good." John said as he laid him down. "Laddy. I didnt mean to hit you all i thought was that you were a morph cause of all the paranoia going on." john apologized as he pulled the blanket over him and put his water sack on his eye.

Feeling more than slightly dazed, Ninian meandered back into the camp. With a start, she realized that someone else was here, a rather large someone.

"Ganon?" she ventured slowly. Something seemed . . . wrong with him, but she couldn't tell what it was, not knowing the bard all that well. She could see that he held his face in his hands."Are you alright?"

Others came into the camp. It looked as if hey had fought a hard battle. She sat next to Ganon, if only to get out of the way. Then she noticed something odd about his appearance.

"Ganon, what is that around your neck?" She couldn't remember seeing it before.

Ganon took a long, deep breath as he was approached, and lifted his face out of his claws. They had largely cleaned off, but still had dried blood crusted on them in places where they couldn't possibly be his-- except, of course, for the wounds in his arm where Teifi's scarf had dug in. "I... I'm fine," he sighed at last, sitting back. "I brought pecans," he added, gesturing to the bag at his feet.

It was Ninian's question that got to him. He'd almost made himself forget he was wearing it. Slowly, Ganon unwrapped the scarf from around his neck and held it out, letting it unfold and catch the morning sun.

The scarf was radiant. Colors and fabrics and designs interwove impossibly, drawing the eyes in headache-inducing swirls of beauty, and then he turned his claws, feeling the material slide through his claws. "This is Brisecschal, the blessed scarf of... of the legendary dancer, Teifi." He closed his eye again, then reached up to rub the bridge of his snout. "She... she's dead. I..."

Dead? A legendary hero . . . dead?

It couldn't be. And yet here was Ganon, holding a sash most definitely not his own. She stared at the colors, never before having seen something quite like this. She reached her hand out, feeling the smooth fabric between her finger.

"Brisecshal," she whispered. She shifted her eyes away from it, back up to the bard. "Ganon, what happened? How--Is Teifi . . . really dead?"

It didn't seem real. A legendary hero, defeated? What did this mean?

She didn't know what to say, watching Ganon in a half shocked silence. Blossom wrapped her arms around him, also silent.

"It's not your fault..." Blossom's voice was muffled against his chest. She was unsure if it was really the answer to anything to say that. But it would help, she hoped. Her heart clenched painfully at the sight of such a close friend rattled like this. The sensation of him hugging back, the nuzzle against her hair, helped relax her. He wasn't pushing her away from him, that was good. She tightened her arms around him, only looking up from his green scales as he mentioned getting medical help for his arm.

"That'd... be a good idea," Blossom murmured. She didn't pull away from him. "Sue might have another medical potion left... and if the others return soon from Fefga's manor, then we should have Victoria, at least, able to heal your arm..."

(( -is too lazy to get on Amara's account- >: ))

Amara kept silent the whole time, barely noticing anyone's presence. The small child was bundled up tightly in the green cloak, off in her own world. She was back to drawing in the dirt, trying her best to keep a smile on her face while worry gnawed on her heart and mind. She bit her bottom lip ever-so-slightly.

Her mommy was still gone. Where was her mommy? It had been quite some time...

A small sigh escaped her lips as she added small details to the sun that she was drawing. Why did her mommy go...?

"Ganon?"
"Ganon!"

The child looked up from her drawing, tilting her head slightly while she stared at the reptilian bard, distracted from her other thoughts. Something... something didn't seem right with Ganon. He seemed so... so...

Amara couldn't even think of a word to describe how she thought he felt (her vocabulary wasn't too big yet, though). So she made her way over, getting over to where Ganon, Blossom, and Ninian sometime after Ganon explained what happened to Teifi and showed his own injuries to Ninian. She stood there for a few moments, unsure what to do. Hug him? Start up a conversation of some sorts.

Silently, she decided to walk away at the mentioning of Sue. If they wanted Sue, then the little girl would find her. "Sue...?" Amara slowly wandered towards Sue, waving a bit to get her attention. "Sue, do you have any... uhm... po... poschion? For Ganon?" The child asked softly, unable to correctly pronounce "potion".