It had been 10 days sense Fenlore had left the banks of the Edda River and he seemed to be getting no where. His water skins had ran dry long ago and he was forced to tax his strength by drawing water up from the ground for both him and Bree. He still had plenty of food, and Bree seemed to find small amount of sparse rough grass to eat, though he sent nasty mental pictures to Fenlore for being forced to eat such grass.
Fenlore was trying his best to make it to the Beor mountains while avoiding areas where Dwarves were, he never did like the short people. The sun was beginning to set and he saw the mountains but knew that at the slow pace he was going it could be a week before he reached the base of the mountain range.
He taken off all of his armor and carried none of his weapons. Bree didn't mind holding the extra weight. He knew that he was exposing himself to Slavers but he cared not. He just wanted to cool off just a little.
He patted Bree's side and said, "Time to set up camp my friend." Bree happily came to a stop but Fenlore shook his head, "Over there." He pointed at a small patch of desert shrubs. Once he had a small camp fire going and had gotten water for both him and Bree. He sat before the fire tired from the work. Bree laid down and was already resting while Fenlore prepared a meal for himself oblivious of his surroundings.

Ooc - Hope you don't mind...just kind of bored and I want to rp more.

Ic -

Kenya had been riding Deyl'on through the desert, just trying to find a way out. It seemed endless as she tried making her way to the mountains which seemed so far away at the moment. Her horse was tired and thirsty, they had run out of food and since she didn't know how to do magic, hadn't had water for an extremely long time. Finally they had just crashed in the sand. Is this how I'm to die? In the sand? Kenya thought dismally as Deyl'on lay next to her, giving as much shade as he could provide for her.

It wasn't a surprise when some slave traders passed the near dead travelers that they tied her up with the other prisoners and forced her horse into one of the teams. Luckily they didn't know who they had caught as they began to make camp for the night. Kenya was just glad to have some water in her body, refusing the food as she didn't seem able to stomach it at the moment.

After a while Kenya sat bolt upright, realizing that she had been completely stripped of her defenses. Deyl'on! She thought in a panic as she looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. Now she felt awful, if only she could get her hand on even a stone, she knew she could get free. No such luck, she was trapped with slave traders...and by the sound of it, her turn at the thrashing was up next.

Fenlore sat there his mouth watering over the meat he was cooking. It wasn't much but it would do him a lot of good. He straightened when he heard a noise behind him. Bree nickered but didn't bother moving he was to tired. He could make out a figure stumbling to him. "Great some idiot got stuck out in the desert." He mumble annoyed at everything at the moment. He could tell that the man had been out there for a while and didn't look like he would have lasted much longer. He turned back around and added more meat to the small amount that was already cooking. With out turning around he called out to the man, "Well you might as come have dinner!" He knew that the man probably wouldn't refuse sense he didn't look like a slaver. He looked up at the setting sun just then and saw sand being kicked up on the other side of a dune. Reached and strung his bow knowing that slavers might be near by but hoped that they weren't, he wanted to eat and rest.

Kenya felt herself being tugged to her feet, both hands were tied tightly behind her back. The slave traders were smart, not many slave caravans had this sort of variety as slaves, but these were unusual. They were commissioned by Galbatorix himself to find the best prospects for servants and torture victims. Most of the time they only got a few stray villagers here and there that were pennyless and weren't worth much; but they knew when they had someone good, and they definately knew that about Kenya.

She wasn't one to fear anything or anyone, but when she was defenseless and had no means to escape, it was a frightening thing. She tried to struggle out of the burly mans grasp, but he chuckled darkly and tightened her bounds, which shut her up easily. "Ah, so I get the pleasure to meet such a fiesty young women." The man holding the whips laughed cruelly and bowed mockingly. "Let. Me. Go." Kenya said through gritted teeth, knowing it was a fruitless attempt.

The guards watching laughed as she was tied to a pole, her hands brought high over her head. The whip cracked through the air and hit her back. She let out a scream, feeling the sharp points scattered across the whip. They cut into her back. Kenya let out another scream of pain, louder than anything they had heard. Normally the prisoner would whimper and plead with them to let them go, but Kenya just screamed. She hadn't ever been tortured before, she had always been the one to torture, the the person receiving it. It was a big shock to how much it hurt. The whipping went on, harder then ever to try and shut her up, but it only made her scream louder. Her screams echoing across the desert eerily.

Fenlore just chuckled and put a small meal and a water skin before Mesaraih. He then took a good sized bite out of his food and leaned against Bree. "So friend what bring you out to the desert? Haven't lost your dragon now have you?" He asked Mesaraih with a grin knowing that a rider wouldn't just wander through the desert.
But before Mesaraih could answer a scream pierced through the late afternoon sky. This scream was like someone was dying or something. Bree launched to his feet making Fenlore get up. He looked back off in the direction it had come from. The cloud of dust had grown. "Slavers!" Fenlore mumbled under his breath. But something made him stop and think. Slaves captured normally were given food and water and if the slave resisted killed. So something was off.
Fenlore began to strap on his armor as fast as he could he didn't bother putting on his cloak which he normally had on to cover the bright silver armor. Bree stood there waiting for his rider. Fenlore mounted Bree then turned to Mesaraih. He then spoke quickly, "Get some rest I'm going to go scout this slaver camp out." Bree then turned and sprinted off. I will be in contact with you. I don't plan on fighting the enemy just yet, but if they see me be ready. I left my bow and arrow behind for you. He said to Mesaraih with his mind.
Once they had gotten to the top of the first dune Fenlore saw a small slaver encampment, only they were flying the empires banner. They are from the empire... He spoke to the rider again then his eyes came to the person screaming and the grip on his spear tightened. They are torturing a woman. Anger boiled in Fenlore and Bree slowly began to advance on the camp.

Kenya let out another ear splitting scream as the pain rippled through her body. Anger and hate burned in her eyes, she brought enough strength to herself and kicked away from the pole, completely surprising the guards. Using the pole her hands were tied to, she used it as leverage and swung around, kicking the man holding the whip in the stomach. He let out a groan of pain, his eyes flashing. Images flooded her mind from Deyl'on, she knew they had to get out of there fast. Quickly she sent similiar images to him, images of what he had to do. It was definately a peculiar way in how they communicated, but it was precise and extremely accurate in the interpretations on both ends.

She smiled slightly as the sound of Deyl'on causing a trouble at the other side of camp. Images of him slipping through his chains and able to set free a few other horses made her feel proud. The distraction proved to be bad. Three men quickly held her back as the man with the whip came over, his eyes glinting murderously. "We'll teach you not to disrespect those who hold your life." The other men laughed as he pulled a pathetic looking dagger out. "You see, we can do anything with you that we want." He walked over and ripped the fabric over her right arm.

Kenya spat in his face. "Not likely," her voice had groan dark. The sound of Deyl'on ruining the camp and scaring some of the more simple minded prisoners came gliding their way. He cussed and sliced a deep cut in her arm. She tried to keep from screaming, but it hurt! The sound of her wail pierced the air and the men laughed again.

Fenlore growled as he saw them hurt her again. Come bring the bow but stay at a distance. He said to Mesaraih knowing he probable wasn't' ready to fight close combat yet. He then saw some of the slavers charge him swords raised. He dismounted then and sent Bree back up too where Mesaraih would be. Once he met the slavers he lashed out with his spear. He was so many times fast and stronger then these humans thanks to his fathers blood and made quick work of the first group. More came soon after though.
As he fought he touched the mind of the woman being tortured. He quickly pushed her pain away keeping her as safe from it as he could. I am shielding you from the pain. I have a plan to free you but you will have to stay put till I'm there. I have seen where the men are through you mind. I will break your bonds and kill them but stay there! He quickly spoke on of the three words of death his master had taught him. The men around her fell dead. Before he could speak the words to set her free an arrow bounced off of his armor. He cursed and threw up a ward again them. Two stopped inches from his unprotected neck. I am coming. He said again as he struck down another slaver.

Kenya was too shocked to move as she heard a seperate voice in her mind. She had never experianced it before and it nearly scared her to death. Overcoming her shock she looked around to realize that the men were dead, she hadn't expected that to happen. It was one thing to say something as bold as he had, but another when it was truth. Her mind worked quickly and she spotted a small knife balanced slightly in one of the dead mans hands.

Eh, close enough, she thought and moved as close as she could, the thick rope still bound her, but she had enough leeway to get close. Stretching her foot as far as she could, she stomped on the handle, making it sky rocket. It was almost perfect, the best she had done so far. The blade came close enough that she was able to catch it with her hands. She skillfully cut the rope and was free. Deyl'on, she spoke his name before sending a few mental images. He got the message and began fighting his way towards her.

She didn't obey what the man had said and began to search for her weapons. She found them at quite the distance from where she had been totured. She began strapping on her gear and held her short and long sword in either hand and began to fight with the men that advanced on her. Luckily they weren't very skilled, at least in her opinion they weren't. They may not have been as skilled as she thought they could be, but they had numbers. It felt like it was endless. Galbatorix must really like these slave traders to give them such comforts and good weapons.

Fenlore growled to himself as he noticed that she was not staying put. There were just to many people in this camp for just slavers. At least there were no magicians in their ranks. He was surrounded by a mass of solders now. He was having trouble tracking every one of them. A spear impacted on his armor knocking the air out of him but it didn't penetrate it.
"LETTA!" He yelled and all around him froze unable to more. He swayed from the consumption of energy from his already tired body. He didn't bother waisting energy to kill them. He needed to help the prisoner who totally ignored his command. He stumbled forward and drew energy from the gem in his sword at his side. He raised his spear in the air and spoke the word of death again. All the solders that were in the camp fell lifeless to the ground except the ones that he froze with his spell earlier.
He limped toward the woman. Once he was close he growled and said, "Next time I ask you to stay put please do." He waved a hand at the dead archers a little ways away, they happened to have arrow on the bow string and were facing her. "Get your horse and come to my camp. You can get some rest and we will take a look at your wounds." He saw that she had been in the saddle for a while with little food and water.

Kenya glared slightly at the man, but didn't say anything. Deyl'on was a bit uneasy as she mounted him, it was a shock to see almost all the soldiers drop dead. She urged him towards the camp that the man had mentioned. Normally she would put up a fight or excuses, but she hurt too much right now and felt tired, as well as hungry and thirsty. She hadn't had very much at the slavers camp since it had been her turn at the whip. Finally she made it to the camp and dismounted Deyl'on and sat on the ground, closing her eyes for a little bit of rest.

Fenlore looked up at Mesaraih. "I am no rider. Spells of that magnitude take it out of me." Fenlore frowned as the woman rode off for the camp, "Thanks would have been nice." He mumbled to himself. He started making his way back to camp. Note to self let the rider do the magic next time. He thought to himself as they reached the camp. He began to rummage through his pack and pulled out another water skin and a small loaf of bread. He broke the bread in three pieces and tossed on to Mesaraih, kept one for himself and the other he set next to the prisoner they rescued. "So where is Fenerixes?" He asked Mesaraih as he sat leaning up against Bree who was back in his original position. He took a swig of water and then tossed it to Mesaraih.

Kenya ate the piece of bread carefully. She was grateful for it, but felt a little stressed out. The deep cuts in her back stung as bits of sand kicked up by the occasional breeze would lodge into the cuts, searing it like a white hot fire. She took in a sharp intake of breath and held it, waiting for the pain to pass. Deyl'on ate a few of the leaves off the scrub brush before kneeling down next to her protectively. Kenya stroked his neck absently as she thought about what should happen next, not really caring or paying attention to the two men who had saved her from a difficult fate.

Fenlore sighed and moved closer to the woman. "Well you might as well get some rest. Sounds like you have been walking around out here for days with no rest." He addressed Mesaraih then turned his attention to the woman. He removed his glove from his right hand and placed it on her arm where one of the many wounds were. He spoke the words to heal, trying to pick the ones that would use less energy then the normal means would.
"Seems like you have been in trouble lately. What is your name?" He spoke with a kind soothing voice as he worked his magic.

At first Kenya shied away from him, but didn't move as he took her arm. It was one of the less deeper cuts, and she watched in amazement as it slowly healed up after he spoke a few words in an odd language. She was surprised at the tone he used when he asked her her name, she couldn't quite recall when she had been spoke to so soothingly before. Her line of work delt in harsh cold words, never calm and soft ones. "Kenya," she finally said, somehow feeling she could trust him, for now. Normally she used a fake name, but this seemed different.

Fenlore moved his hand further up Kenya as he healed. He did his best not to mess up knowing that as tired as he was it would be easy to do so. He had reached the huge cut on her upper arm. Fenlore sighed and began to work on it. This one was going to take a while. Bree nickered in the back ground and sent him a few mental images telling him to not mess up. Fenlore growled at his horse but didn't bother to say anything, after all Bree was only trying to help.
"Kenya, I am Fenlore, sleepy over there is Mesaraih, and that is Bree." He paused as something didn't go right with the healing. He switched words of healing and continued with no problem. "How long have you been out here?" He asked same tone as before. Fenlore was doing his best to hide the fact that he was very worn out from the energy consumption.

Kenya was still amazed at the strange sensation fast healing had. As he came to one of the more deeper cuts, she felt a sharp pain pass through it and her arm twitched slightly from it. Though Fenlore recovered and the small pain was gone. She looked over his shoulder where Mesaraih was sleeping before looking back at Fenlore. "This is Deyl'on." She said and patted Deyl'on's neck with her free hand. "We've been out here for about a week and a half...we ran out of supplies about a week ago and have been trying to find some sort of oasis or place other than the desert. I never imagined it was this huge, and so empty." Kenya said, remembering the awful taste of hunger and thirst. She definately didn't want to experiance that again. "Bree seems quite intelligent for his kind, how long have you had him?" she asked Fenlore very curiously.

Fenlore finished with that arm and then moved to the other. This one wasn't nearly as bad but he still took his time making sure that he didn't make any mistakes.
He smiled kindly as Kenya asked about Bree. "Bree is extremely smart for a horse. He can take commands without problem....unless he doesn't agree that is. Lucky for him we get along so well." Bree nickered loudly lifting his head to glare at Fenlore, well if horse could glare that is what Bree was doing. Fenlore laughed at his horse and continued, "I have had him for over twenty years. He would have died long ago but I couldn't bare the though of losing my friend so with a few words and a lot of energy I made him able to endure the sand of time. He will last as long or if not longer then me."

"That's a big sacrifice," she commented as she stared at Bree. It was definately a surprise to hear that Fenlore had made it possible for Bree to stay with him, they must really hold a strong bond. "Well I hope that it will be a long time before death takes one of you." It was said rather bluntly, but for Kenya, that was actually the nicest thing she had said to someone in a very long time. She was still amazed at how Fenlore just kept going with healing her wounds. He wasn't a rider, so she wondered where all his strength came from. "Where did you learn to do such magic without exhausting yourself?" she asked him curiously.

Fenlore stopped healing and laughed halfheartedly at what she asked but stopped with a sigh as he remembered his master. "The person who taught me how to control magic was very wise but not a rider so he had developed some fairly simple spells that used up little energy to achieve the same goal. It only takes much longer though and more concentration but the end result is the same." He removed his hand from her arm as he finished healing the last scratch on it, nothing but smooth skin was visible. He left out the fact that he was a halfbreed and was almost as proficient in magic as some Elves were and that he would live as long as an Elf would. "But make no mistake after I'm done here I am laying down and sleeping. I don't like going this low on energy but sometimes I don't have a choice." He sighed and motioned for Kenya to sit up so he could tend to her back. "This should be the last of it. Once I'm done here you can rest." He was tired but if he needed he could pull the last small amount of energy from his sword but he liked to keep that untouched just in case and he knew that Kenya needed rest more then he did.

Kenya listened to him carefully, putting the information away safely in a spot in her mind. She prefered to know who she asociated with and anything they said, she often stored away for future reference. She studied his face for a moment, he was starting to look extremely tired from the energy that was taken for the healing. Kenya sat up, letting out a small sharp gasp of pain as the movement hurt her cuts. Her breaths were cut short and they came shallowly. It hurt too much. She quickly hid her back from the stinging air, flat out refusing Fenlore to look at it. There was no way she would. She had already let him do a lot for her, and she didn't like the feeling of being taken care of. She prefered taking care of herself, knowing that she could.

Fenlore looked over his should when he heard Mesaraih. He chuckled softly but then turned back to Kenya. She was going to be difficult. Fenlore was in no mood to deal with someone being difficult. So with narrowed eyes he rummaged through his saddle bags and pulled out a wine skin. With a grin he tossed it to Kenya. "That will help with the pain." He then moved next to her holding some bandages he always carried and the water skin. "If you wont let me heal then I'm at least going to clean the wounds and wrap them. We don't need any sand getting in there and infecting it. That would take a rider to heal then." He said with a grin knowing he wasn't speaking the truth about needing a rider. "Come on you know it will be difficult for yourself to clean and wrap the wounds without getting more sand into them." Bree nickered from where he laid but didn't move. "You see even Bree agrees with me and you even admitted that he is a smart horse. I may not be that smart but at least listen to him." He played the part out just a little much and couldn't keep the grin off his face. He then remembered something his master used to say about humor, 'Good humor will bring you trust but miss-used humor will bring you enemy's.' He felt a small pang of sadness for his former master but he kept his face composed.

Kenya looked at the wine skin skeptically. Not sure if she should drink any of it. The pain got to her and she swigged some of it down. She looked at him warningly, the pain getting to her head. The thought of having the cuts cleaned out was nice, but the sting that would come with cleaning was not favorable. She wasn't saying anything against him doing it, but she wasn't moving in any way so he could clean the cuts. "Just because I recognized the fact that he's more than meets the eye, doesn't mean that I'd agree with him." Her tone was slightly cold. Deyl'on was starting to feel annoyed with her and nipped her lightly on her shoulder. She turned around and glared at him, but relented. "Fine, but if it hurts worse than it does now, I get to slap you." She said through gritted teeth.

Fenlore looked up at Mesaraih shook his head at him and then turned his attention back to Kenya. He chuckled lightly at what she said, "Okay I can't disagree with that I guess." He moved around to her back and poored a small amount of the water over the first cut and began cleaning. "So tell me Mesaraih what kind of mission were you on?" He kept his mind on cleaning Kenya's wounds. Bree nickered in the back ground and sent him a mental image but Fenlore ignored and continued.

Kenya gritted her teeth and began to breathe heavily. It stung like nothing she had felt before. The sand that was already in it reacted horribly with the water. Even though her cuts were being cleaned and the small amounts of sand were coming out, that didn't stop it from stinging. She listened to Mesaraih and Fenlore talk, trying to take her mind off the pain, but it wasn't working so well. As Fenlore moved onto another deeper cut, she took a sharp inhale of breath and held it. This one hurt far more worse than the others so far. "Be more careful," she hissed through clenched teeth.

Fenlore sighed he was worn out from just everything. He knew he could do better on the wounds if he was more aware but that wasn't going to happen. "Sorry, I'll try to be more careful." He mumbled right next to her ear keeping his voice light like an Elf's. He kept his eyes on his work now doing his best to not cause Kenya anymore pain.
"So what were you sent to find out Mesaraih?" Fenlore asked trying to keep the stream of conversation going for his own sake.

The stinging still hurt, but she could feel it start to go away as he became more careful. The way he spoke his words made her relax easier, almost against her will. Kenya was able to focus more his and Mesaraih's conversation. She felt tired as the amount of things that had happened began to slowly crush her in exhaustion. She felt her eyes slip close, the slight sting from Fenlore cleaning her wounds was the only thing keeping her awake. Slowly the sting began to feel more distant and even though she didn't want to sleep and wanted to be on guard. She felt herself drift off despite the stituation, too tired to even lay down.

Fenlore nodded at what Mesaraih said and began to think. It had been a while sense he had been in the empire but even out here you would have heard something about the disappearances. After he covered Kenya's last wound he retrieved a blanket and laid it on the sand where her back would be. He gently placed her down on the blanket then laid up against Bree.
"Well Mesaraih I offer whatever I can to assist you in completing this mission." The sun had set now and only the small camp fire put off a little light. "I'm heading for the Beor mountains. From there I can take you to the Varden or back into the Empire if you wish. But you wont get to far on foot and you said yourself that Fenirexes would rather not fly all the way out here. So why don't you head for the mountains with me." Fenlore had closed his eyes as he laid up against Bree but he did not sleep.

Kenya only ever looked peaceful in her sleep, but even then her mind was still running on high gear. As the air turned cold and icy almost, her dreams flew by drastically and in a horrific manner. A small sweat broke out on her forehead and she moaned slightly in her sleep, past troubles coming back to haunt her sleep. Pictures were twisted and deformed, creating disturbing images and thoughts. Kenya couldn't believe that such terrible ideas formed in her mind, she felt almost lost in them, as though they'd forever keep her in the horrendous world.

Fenlore gazed over at Kenya as Mesaraih asked what they would do with her. Fenlore knew that they were a several days to water and ever farther from Beor mountains. He heard her soft moan and shook his head.
"You know she would be very lucky to survive without us. Without water she wouldn't survive for three days out here." He shut his eyes again and sighed. "I think we should bring her with us. I know she is a danger but really with you, Bree, and me we could keep an eye on her." Bree shifted making Fenlore sit up. Strong annoyed emotions flowed into Fenlores mind. "Okay count Bree out of watching her." Said Fenlore with a grin he laid back again on Bree's side. "But I still say we bring her along. It wouldn't be right to leave her out here to die and the empire seemed to want to hurt her so she must be an enemy of the empire." As Fenlore concluded he opened one eye and looked up to see what Mesaraih face said about what was going on.

The last image Kenya could recall was frightening and almost disturbing. She woke in a quick fashion and sat up quickly, holding one of her many knives infront of her in a defensive move. Looking around she realized where she was and sighed, relieved a bit. She noticed Mesaraih and Fenlore speaking softly, their faces a glow from the dying fire light. She resheathed her sword, rubbing her face slightly from stress. Sometimes she didn't like having to always be on guard, even in sleep.

Edit: Oops lol, I didn't mean too. I've been sick lately and so haven't been thinking quite straight. Sorry!

Occ:whos Riek? lol did you mean fenlore?

IC:Fenlore nodded solemnly at what Mesaraih said about Kenya. She did seem to be stubborn. He sighed and shook his head. He opened his mouth to speak but Kenya startled in her sleep and drew her weapons. He raised an eyebrow at her behavior but other than that didn't move. Once she simmered down he closed his eyes again. "Get some rest y'all we leave in the morning." He relaxed allowed his breathing to deepen but like a Elf he never really fell asleep.

Kenya looked around, scanning the area, not sure if she could fall back asleep. She wasn't quite sure what he meant by they were moving tomorrow, but she didn't say anything about it and kept quiet. She curled back up against Deyl'on, seeking some comfort from him. Deyl'on bumped her head gently with his before passing an image through his mind into hers. She closed her eyes and smiled, it was her absolute favorite game. Since Deyl'on couldn't really understand much because he had been abused to insanity. The only thing he understood were mental pictures, it was the thing that Kenya had used to help coax him into sanity again.

When they were first traveling together, he let a few images slip into her mind by accident, Kenya was surprised by the beautiful images and responded with some of her own. Since then they developed a game where they would exchange scenes they had seen and visual experiances. It was the one thing that could calm Kenya down completely, and get her completely relaxed. Deyl'on knew this and knew when to play this childish game, but he enjoyed seeing her at ease, and it was definately a rare thing. Kenya was finally able to slip into a fairly restful sleep, the last image Deyl'on passed to her before going to sleep himself.

Fenlore kept up his meditation. Stretching his mind out and keeping aware of his surroundings. He caught glimpses of Kenya and her horse passing images. He pulled away after watching for a while. Odd she has the ability to speak with her horse with thoughts. I wonder if she is capable of controlling magic. I didn't really look for that but then again she wasn't drugged while at the camp so she can't use magic or they would have. Fenlore's mind wandered then searching for answers with in his mind. Then a question came to him. Could she be trained to use magic? He pondered the possibility and rested.

Kenya's sleep was easier this time, it might have been the fact that Deyl'ons and her dreams and thought intermingled with each other even while they both slept, for some reason it just kept her calm. Slowly her mind began to wake up before her body began to. As she became more conscious, her thought became her own and she didn't really know that some of her dreams had been caused by her horse.

She cracked an eye open, the sky still had stars glittering like multiple fireflies, but light colored pink streaks began to fill the sky as the inky blue color turn lighter and lighter. She sat up slowly and patted Deyl'ons neck before streching and yawning slightly. She definately felt much better then when she had woke up previously.

Fenlore grinned as pulled himself from his meditation. He felt a nudge of hunger coming from Bree's mind. Fenlore rolled off of Bree and stood. Bree trotted off to eat. Fenlore did not speak at first but gathered what was left of their fuel for the fire and stacked it up and got a small cooking fire going. He place a pot on it and added dried meat and spices.
Fenlore stood and spoke letting the stew cook, "Good mornin. Kenya you need to change your bandages, if you can't Mesaraih or I can help." He tossed a small pack full of clean bandages to Kenya. "We leave after we eat." He spoke to them both but looked at Kenya raising an eyebrow wondering if she would object.

Kenya sat quietly and watched as Fenlore built up the fire. She gazed into it, not really thinking about much, just enjoying the warmth from it. So far the desert was still very chilly since the sun hadn't had enough time to warm it up yet, but she knew that very soon it would be a very hot arid place. She looked up as Fenlore tossed a small pack full of clean bandages towards her. She didn't move to get it, she already knew she'd need help changing them on her back, it would be too difficult otherwise; but she hated asking for help, she thought it made her seem weak. When he spoke that they'd be moving, she bit her tongue hard from speaking a snide remark about him assuming she'd just travel with them. However, she knew she'd end up in the same situations again if she didn't go with them. So she kept quiet, staring into the fire again.

Fenlore stood gazing at Kenya. He knew she wouldn't survive out there on her own, not without water. He kneeled beside her and grabbed the bag of bandages. He knew that Kenya would have went her own way if she could have probably.
"Kenya I don't mean to say you have to travel with us, it’s just the smart thing to do. We can provide water everywhere we go. So just stay with us till we reach the Beor Mountains. From there you will have water and go your own way if you wish." He stood only half done with her bandages. He motioned for Mesaraih to finish. "Can you finish. I need to check on something." Fenlore walked to the top of one of the dunes and looked over the horizon. It was blood red as the sun rose but he did not see the sign he searched for on this day. Bree had trotted up next to him. He nudged Fenlore’s shoulder getting his attention. “I know friend. We have more important things than this but I still wish to lay my eyes upon it.” He casted one last glance at the rising sun and sighed.

Kenya kept biting back rude remarks, she didn't know why, normally she just snapped at anyone who made her feel defenseless. As Fenlore stood up and disappeared from sight, she didn't like Mesaraih finishing changing the bandages which weren't the prettiest sight now. For some reason, she had been able to feel comfortable around Fenlore, and able to hold her tongue, but she didn't feel that way towards Mesaraih. "Thanks, but I'm not as defenseless as you might think. I'm only traveling with you because I know I'll die otherwise. If I could, I'd be long gone by now, so just leave me alone!" She was surprised at her outburst near the end. She just wanted Fenlore to hurry back so they could be in the mountains and she could survive on her own.

When Fenlore returned to the camp he saw tension in his two companions. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. The aroma of the soup filled the air. He served up three bowls and handed them out. While he ate he studied Kenya and Mesaraih. They didn't seem to be at ease with each other. He sighed and shook his head, "Okay y'all this is the way we are going to have to travel. We will have to keep the horses at a slower pace than normal because one of us will be walking. We can't ride in the middle of the day though; the heat will be too much for the horses to bare riders. Mesaraih and I will get water three times a day." He looked down and closed his eyes, "We should be out of here in 12 days time, if we don't have too many problems." He then looked up at his young companions he spoke now with steal in his voice but also kindness. "Kenya until your back heals you will have to take it easy, that means no lifting and we may even have to help you onto your saddle. Mesaraih.....well not much to say except you are riding Bree first for a few hours then walk." Fenlore casted his eyes from Mesaraih to Kenya. "Any questions?"

Kenya looked up as Fenlore came back. The stew smelled much more wonderful now that she was able to dwell on something other then her thoughts. She took the soup and ate it at an even pace, but finished quickly. Deyl'on passed a few images into her mind and she glared at him. "Not on my life," she growled to him quickly. He nickered softly and got up. Kenya's throughts turned for a moment, she began to worry about Deyl'on, wondering if he could handle it. She personally didn't want to have to lean against these two getting up in her own saddle. "I can handle it myself." She snapped at Fenlore, she may feel more trusting towards him then most, but that didn't mean she trusted him fully.

Fenlore nodded to Mesaraih then spoke to him, I know you don't like the idea of her coming along but....there is something about her that....she has no intentions of trying to hurt us yet. Anyway once she is healed we will need her assistance. We have not fought our last battle in this barren land. And if you can't trust her then trust the fact that she knows if we are dead she will die out here. Fenlore smilled kindly at Kenya. "You can yes but you don't always have to. Take help as it comes it is a luxury that is short lived." He stood then and Bree walked over. He tossed the saddle on his back and began stripping it of some of his armor which was wrapped up carefully. He pulled on his chain mill and a small amount of other pieces of armor. He patted Bree's neck, There friend that will help you. He then began to pack up the rest of the camp.

It was the strangest feeling, the feeling of having a smile tug of its own accord instead of your own. Kenya kept herself from returning the smile and her whole face completely blank as she stared at him. "Ever think it would be a luxury I want to live without? I don't like things easy, receiving help makes things easy." She replied curtly with a slight scowl. Standing up she walked over to Deyl'on. He conveyed an image to her and she scowled at him. "You're not one for trusting," she grumbled to him, but he nudged her slightly. He didn't like the idea of having to deal with her and her attitude towards Mesaraih for twelve whole days. Kenya hit him lightly in the side, showing him her distaste. She walked over to Mesaraih with a scowl set deep in her face. "I'm sorry for how I acted, but don't expect me to be all happy and kind on this journey." She growled to Mesaraih annoyed that Deyl'on was making her do this.

Fenlore grinned at what Kenya said. She reminded him of how he was after he had begun traveling. Not willing to give into anything even if it would make things simple and less painful. He raised an eyebrow and what Kenya said to Mesaraih. He didn't look up to the conversation but paid close attention. He strapped his spear to Bree's saddle. He had his bow and sword on his back though. He hated putting a lot of weight on Bree, sure he was a strong horse but he was also old even if he still looked in his prime.

Kenya felt anger boil up in her at his retort. She felt her hand dart out for one of her daggers, but before she could draw it and put Mesaraih close to death, Deyl'on was able to reach out in his mind and quickly stop her from doing such a thing. She whipped her head around and glared fiercly at him, but he brushed it aside. He was never worried about her mistreating him. "Watch that mouth," she said menacingly before walking back over to her horse. It was a strange thing to see, but Deyl'on felt slightly proud for what she did. For once someone hadn't died for making a remark against her. The pain in Kenya's back made her cringe, and she was quickly reminded that she couldn't do this on her own. Hiding her face from them, she kept from screaming. She couldn't wait until her back was better.

Fenlore looked from Mesaraih to Kenya. He was frowning. He knew that bring those to together would be like getting a dwarf on a dragon, near impossible. He walked over to Mesaraih and put a hand on his shoulder. Please my friend bare with her. I owe you one for this also. You shouldn't have to deal with this. But who knows you might get something out of this. Once he finish he walked over to Kenya and laid his hands on her shoulders were they weren't harmed. He gently pushed a tiny bit of his energy to adding soothing emotions along with it. "Please try not to move so much. It will tear your wounds wider." He voice was also soothing as he whispered in her ear. "You will be fine; you are strong and have those willing to be at your side with you." He push another small amount of the soothing energy to her and stood there hands on her shoulders.

Kenya found herself glaring at Fenlore, she may not be able to do magic, but she was trained for it and knew how to recognize when any form of it was being used. However her glare wasn't icy or cold as it normally was, it was just out of annoyance. She knew what could happen if she strained herself too much, but that didn't stop her from not thinking about doing it just to annoy the other two. "Don't sacrifice your own precious energy on me, you'll need it out here just as much as any of us." Her tone was colder then her expression was giving away. Her eyes turned on Mesaraih for a moment and she shot him an icy glare, almost daring him to say something to push her over the edge.

Fenlore glared down on Kenya now. He didn't like it when his help was spat back up to his face. You know nothing of magic Kenya you may know the mechanics but you know nothing of the cost! And do not scold me for trying to give you assistance. He spoke to Kenya mentally letting his own e emotions coat the words, he was neither annoyed or mad but indifferent, he turned to walk away toward Bree. "Yes we are leaving. Kenya do you need assistance?" He asked not looking her way but checking Bree's saddle a second time.

Kenya was shocked to say in the least at hearing Fenlore's voice in her mind, that and what he spoke. She just shut her mouth and decided that she'd ignore both Mesaraih and Fenlore until they'd be out of the desert. She very nearly scoffed, but kept herself in check. Ignoring Fenlore she placed her both her hands on the saddle, preparing to mount. Slowly she began to mount, and as she did, she could feel one of the deeper cuts in her back start to open much wider and start to bleed a little. Deyl'on huffed worriedly as she gritted her teeth and finished mounting as quickly as she dared. "Knock it off Deyl'on," she said through clenched teeth.

Fenlore looked down and shook his head. He then spoke to Mesaraih mentally. Friend put up with her for a little longer. This will be only a small test compared to what a life as a rider would bring. He then jerked his head toward Mesaraih and Bree walked over and waited for him to mount him. Fenlore then looked at the rising sun and then to where it would set. Judging where they needed to go was an art out in the desert during the day. He then looked in the direction of the mountains and began walking. "Come along y'all we have much traveling to do." While walking he began to speak to Kenya with his mind. Kenya I am sorry I snapped at you. You knowing how magic works is amazing for one who can't control it but the cost is always more than just energy not many will ever fully understand what the cost is. I am one of the few who have seen what the cost of magic can cause. Then a grin came across his face, Sense you know so much about magic I could try and teach you to use some basic skills if you like? I can't tell if you can control it or not.

Kenya looked at Fenlore. "I've tried, and I know what it does to a person. Frankly, I've tried and I can't do it, but you're more then willing to try." Kenya told him. She hadn't ever been able to really figure out how to speak through her mind, but images she had done successfully. They started on their journey and so far it wasn't too hot, but she could feel it starting to heat up. I just hope I can survive this, she thought to herself a bit distressed.

Fenlore grinned; he knew it was going to be a long trip so he might as well entertain himself with talk and maybe some progress.
Mesaraih for a rider of your age you are truly a natural. And you did all this without a steady amount of training. An impressive feat at that. Fenlore thanked his Elven heritage again. It gave him the ability to think on many different levels like an elf thus allowing him to communicate with both Kenya and Mesaraih mentally.
Kenya do you know the ancient language? Can you speak it? He asked with true curiosity.

Kenya was quiet for a while as they were going slowly through the desert. She turned her head towards Fenlore, startled slightly for the break in her train of thought. "Yes, but I couldn't grasp it fully and gave up on it. Of course I got in trouble for giving it up, but-" She cut herself off. She couldn't believe that she was sharing so much with him about herself. She never did, at least not with anyone except Deyl'on. Frustrated with herself for feeling trust towards him, she shut her mouth stubbornly and turned her gaze forward again.

Fenlore chuckled at both of them. Mesaraih was being modist and Kenya was being stoborn. He shook his head and smiled up at the sky.

Mesaraih you know you are being modest. With the proper training you could have matched them in a few years. And you have experience just none under the eye of a master, everything you know you learned by fighting right? He spoke to Mesaraih.

Kenya I realize there are thing you don't want to tell me but you know I will listen if you wish. There are other ways to teach beside the normal way. I also realize you can't speak well with your mind. I can help with that if you wish? It would be a good place to start. He was half tempted to look back at Kenya but didn't.

Kenya was struggling with keeping her temper in check. She sent a mental image of her strangling him to him. It was the one thing she did know how to do, almost like second nature. "Don't get your hopes up, you can't teach a proud dog new tricks." It was one of the sayings that her mentor had referred to her when he would get a bit annoyed with her. Bless his soul, or rest it if he has gone. Kenya thought to herself with a soft smile of a few memories of training. They were hard and she felt like a rebelious teen when she had done it, but he had always been patient with her.

Fenlore sighed and shook his head. He didn’t like the mental image of being strangled. Nor the stubbornness in Mesaraih.

Mesaraih you are a natural if you weren't you would have died in battle that alone puts you in a higher class then....most. Fenlore was going to say "me" but that wouldn't had been true, he was in a class of his own that only a few could enter.

Kenya I realize that strangling me would be fun but bare with me. You see you can send images. Try adding sound effects to your images use your emotions, use your annoyance for me to make me gargle and then send me the image. he grinned to himself hopping this angle of attack would work.

Kenya rolled her eyes at Fenlore's back but didn't say anything. She had tried countless times to speak to Deyl'on in her mind, but it never worked. It was as though she was mute in that area. However she cleared her head and tried it again... same image... no luck. "It doesn't work!" She said in outburst, extremely frustrated. She took one of the small pebbles she kept in a pouch around her waist and threw it at his head. It was a dead aim, but it would only give him a slight bump on the head, either way it made her feel better. Seeing it make contact helped her feel better.

Fenlore felt a small pain in the back of his head. He wasn't going to give Kenya the pleasure of seeing him flinch or even acknowledge that she threw something at her. Mesaraih was going to get hit in the back of the head soon if he kept this up. It frustrated Fenlore so.
Fenlore remained quiet for a while as he thought of what could be Kenya's issue with magic. He knew that if she was patient she would have much more success but that was something that he didn't have time to teach.

If we weren't in the desert and our every little bit of energy wouldn't be needed I would prove to you that you are a natural. And if Fenirexes was here he would agree with me. He spoke to Mesaraih after a while.

Kenya I have an idea. I will not do this without your consent but it might help with your ability to speak with your mind. Cause from what I can see you can't reach out with your mind very well so I want to try and pull you away from the confines that you are use to. This may or may not work but this is what most magicians struggle with is the strange feeling of stretching out with your mind. He came up with this idea thinking that she wouldn't go for it but thinking it would defiantly help.

Mesaraih gave up. I still don't think so, but I'll trust your judgement, he said. He saw him talking to Kenya as well. What are you doing? he asked.

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Kenya grabbed another pebble and preparted to chuck it at Fenlore's head again. She wanted some reaction from him, but Deyl'on jostled her, causing her to drop her rock. "Hey!" She said sharply to him, he just nickered and kept walking. She bit her lip worriedly before she spoke. "I don't know, but I can slap you if you screw up somehow." Kenya said, she didn't want to seem like she was trusting him, but she felt herself trusting him more and more. Somehow it was something to do with his demeanor, but she found it comforting...and a little annoying at times.

enlore chuckled at what both had said. Mesaraih was catching on to him talking with Kenya and well Kenya was being Kenya.

Mesaraih I am trying to pass the time for one. And for two have you noticed that Kenya has the limited ability to mind speak. She has potential to be a magician. He spoke to Mesaraih with a small hint of amusement. When did you notice I was talking to her before or after she threw something at me?

Kenya don't worry the only thing that could go wrong is for you to resist me. That could be painful for both of us. He spoke smoothly into Kenya's mind and began to pull Kenya from her body. He shielded the parts of her past respecting her privacy but pulled her to his vast elf like mind. You see you must reach out and touch the mind of others to speak to them. If you can do this it will help you in many ways. He put up strong walls around his past and anything that had to do with the fact that he was a half-breed, that was not hers nor Mesaraih's business. He let her see through his eyes for a second and then held her mind stretched out so she could feel both her body and his. When you stretch out it will never be to the degree I just did it to, you will only really brush there mind like I am holding you to right now or even less. If you are powerful enough you can control people’s minds when you are in them. He let her slip all the way back into her being with a heavy sigh.

He didn't bother looking back at Kenya he half expected to be hit in the back of the head with something besides a pebble this time, something bigger and harder. He would accept that, he didn't really explain what he was going to do anyway. And in reality it wasn't something that was done often.

Kenya was really shocked as to what had happened. The feeling that she had as she was pulled into Fenlore's mind. It was too strange to her and she felt parts of her mind sealed off and it felt like being in someone elses skin, in a way she was. Since she was surprised by it, and didn't like the feeling, she ended up falling off of Deyl'on as Fenlore told her what to do and how far it goes. Finally she was back to normal and she shook her limbs. It had been the strangest thing. She grabbed one of her sheathed daggers and chucked it at him. It was very heavy, but the sheath protected the blade from hurting Fenlore. She stomped over to him and made him face her before she slapped him forcefully across the face, the red starting to show quickly. "DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!" She screamed loudly at him, even shrilly.

Fenlore was hit in the back of his head with the sheathed dagger. He turned just in time to be slapped by Kenya. It was a hard slap and a small amount of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He didn't dab it away but grabbed one Kenya's hands and held it between his.

He spoke in the ancient language in her mind and spoke normally out loud both in a soothing manner, "Forgive me, I meant no harm to you. I just only wish for you to expand and learn what most never understand. I went out of line by doing what I did. I will not do it again." He then bound himself to his word. He smiled weakly and added, "You have the ability I have seen you do it with Deyl'on. You can do this I know it."

He didn't know how Mesaraih would react would he start laughing or would he just ignore the whole ordeal. So Fenlore decided to give him a warning. If you laugh I will let her slap you next.

Kenya tried pulling her hand out of Fenlore's grasp, but his grip was too strong. She was still shaken by the experiance and didn't ever want to have that feeling again. "That's not the same thing and you know it," she said with a mild glare. She was satisfied to see a small bit of blood at where she had slapped him, it helped ease her a little. After a few moments she quickly wrenched her hand out of his grip and went back to where Deyl'on stood smugly. He was glad she was starting to be put in her place, sometimes she got a little bit cocky and arrogant. It was extremely annoying at times and he could already see her solid rock walls begin to crumble at everything Fenlore did.

Fenlore took Bree by the reins but did not mount him. He stared after Kenya and shook his head. Bree then touched his mind with mixed emotions. Fenlore patted his neck, I know what you mean my friend and I will soon. The sun was high in the sky now and it was getting hotter fast.
Fenlore wiped the blood from the tip of his mouth and began walking. "We will stop soon. Kenya we will have to check your bandages. Mesaraih we will have to get water for us and the horses."

Kenya kept quiet, for once feeling a little bit guilty for how she had treated Fenlore. She didn't feel none towards Mesaraih, she just figured him arrogant and rude. Deyl'on kept sending random images to help cheer her up, but she brushed him off and kept to herself. She huffed slightly at what Fenlore said, she didn't want to have her wounds checked. "I'm fine," she said with gritted teeth as she dismounted.

Fenlore glared at what Mesaraih was doing. He was half tempted to help but Mesaraih needed to learn that when he said we he meant we. He was about to walk away but Bree nudged him forward and he sighed and began to help Mesaraih. "Slower pull slower you don't want to wear yourself out to fast."
Fenlore helped only half paying attention to what he was doing and half watching Kenya. She was strong though she didn't look it and just as proud. He shook his head and grinned, "Well Kenya I won’t make you let me check your wounds but I would rather check them just to make sure they aren't getting infected. If you wish Mesaraih can check them?" He said brightly.

Kenya leaned against Deyl'on as she watched the other two draw water from the ground. She stood there amazed at what she was witnessing. It kept her speechless for the moment and she wished for a split second to be able to do something even slightly along the lines of that. Looking at Fenlore she felt a her expression change to one of rage. No! She screamed at him with her mind, not realizing that she hadn't said it verbally. "There is no way I'm letting him near me again, I swear I'll cut him into little pieces before that EVER happens!" She yelled at Fenlore enraged. "I would prefer an infection over him changing the bandages." She growled with a glare at Mesaraih.

Water just reached the surface when Kenya had screamed into his mind. He released the spell for a second shaking his head in surprise. He took on an unemotional expression. They brought the water up once more. Kenya fill the water skill before the horses drink please. He asked her mentally as he held the water up and tried to figure out what just happened.
Mesaraih if I were to pass out right now you would have to work with Kenya so if I try to bring you two a little together it is for y'all own good. And well mine because I would rather be well looked after if that happened, instead of having you two kill each other. He said this with a half humor but was quiet serious.