She set about collecting some wood for a small camp fire, having found an area to make it that would be sheilded from the edges of the mountaintop. Making ready a carcass of one of the Craban she had killed, she set it within the fire to cook. After a few moments she heard Amlarad's footsteps approaching, a huge feeling of emotion welled up inside her and she fought hard to contain it. Keeping her focus on the fire she barely looked up as he acknowledged her, instead she turned the meat by the fire so as not to let it burn.

Some days past, Blodwynn showed me some flowers that had been given to her as a gift from Baradar.

How good it is to have a friend when you are in need. To give advice, support and a nudge in the right direction. A friend to tell you the things you need to hear. To feel such a gentle embrace, a stroke at your back, a sincere voice softly saying, "He loves you. He will be there for you, whatever that comes. There is nothing to be afraid of." You know in that instance that your friend speaks the truth and you regain the currage to do what you must. You find the perfect place and right time to tell him. What words you choose...