Why, he's with you! What a stroke of fortune. I've come, er, quite a long way to find him. You'll both be all right here, then?
[She hesitates, clearly not wanting to abandon the fray in the heat of battle — or at least, having the good sense not to without concern for the possible consequences — but the pair do seem to have things reasonably under control, and if the object of her adventure really is just up the river a bit more...
Well, that settles it. She picks off one last vampire, then shoulders her bow and waves to the pair of them as she starts to sprint off down the bank.]
I'll come back! Do be well, the both of you!
[And off she goes, a little further yet, until the sounds of the fray behind her have quieted and it's only the crunching of branches underfoot accompanying the rush of the river beyond. It reminds her, fondly, of their youth, of climbing trees and running about as wolf and girl, and of the secret promises they'd made — one of which, she recalls in a flash, had been Adrian's vow to come running if ever he heard her whistle for aid —
The very same whistle that had made her think to call the dolphin in Tamir. The very same, indeed.
And so, a little breathless with exhaustion and curiosity and hope, she sticks two fingers into her mouth and whistles the familiar old call, a three-note trill in descending tones, close enough to be mistaken for a bird to any ear except the one that might recognize who was calling.]
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[She hesitates, clearly not wanting to abandon the fray in the heat of battle — or at least, having the good sense not to without concern for the possible consequences — but the pair do seem to have things reasonably under control, and if the object of her adventure really is just up the river a bit more...
Well, that settles it. She picks off one last vampire, then shoulders her bow and waves to the pair of them as she starts to sprint off down the bank.]
I'll come back! Do be well, the both of you!
[And off she goes, a little further yet, until the sounds of the fray behind her have quieted and it's only the crunching of branches underfoot accompanying the rush of the river beyond. It reminds her, fondly, of their youth, of climbing trees and running about as wolf and girl, and of the secret promises they'd made — one of which, she recalls in a flash, had been Adrian's vow to come running if ever he heard her whistle for aid —
The very same whistle that had made her think to call the dolphin in Tamir. The very same, indeed.
And so, a little breathless with exhaustion and curiosity and hope, she sticks two fingers into her mouth and whistles the familiar old call, a three-note trill in descending tones, close enough to be mistaken for a bird to any ear except the one that might recognize who was calling.]