☼ѕ υ и ❂ ѕ ρ є α я☼ [OPEN]

[CrimsonMoon]

Enzio smiles and hoists the little boy up behind her, he took the rains and began walking the large horse back te way he had come, his spear bumping against his legs

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Where are we going?" Clea grumbled, patting Dakarai's hands as he held onto her waist, "How far away is it?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Not far," he promises," Than again... I galloped here." He chuckles," But just to our temporary camp."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"Will it be safe?" Clea sounded skeptical, narrowing her eyes at Enzio. She wouldn't take her brother into any dangerous situation, not after all they went through to escape.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You'll be safe with me," he promises, staring foreward, his hands slowly sliding back to his spear

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Clea closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As much as she didn't trust him, she just had to take his word for now. Whether or not he was being truthful would be revealed, "We don't need too much. I just want Dakarai to eat."

[CrimsonMoon]

Enzio chuckles and tilts his head, pulling the spear free of its sheath," Yep... Wait a moment," he murmurs, the spear flittering simly

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Clea raised an eyebrow, "I'm stuck on this horse. I have no choice but to wait a minute until you show me how to get down anyways."

Dakarai smiled and buried his face in his sister's long hair.

[CrimsonMoon]

He laughs and pulls away from the horse, his spear held out to one side as his eyes flicker through the ashen snowfall

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Dakarai patted the horse's back gently, giggling. He looked perfectly comfortable and seemed to have warmed up to Enzio after he removed their collars.

Clea was still unsure about the situation. No one had ever been nice to them on this land. No one, ever. She couldn't see why this man would be any different.

[CrimsonMoon]

He stops then murmurs," I see you..." He suddenly throws the spear into the mist and a cry of agony follows. Enzio appears completely calm

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

The boy tensed up and hugged Clea's waist, giving a small whimper of fear.

"Shh, it's alright, Rai. Just stay quiet like I told you, okay?" She whispered, rubbing his hands.

[CrimsonMoon]

Enzio grabs the reigns again and murmurs softly," That was for a reason," as he walks the horse past the body of a Stark soldier with the spear embedded through his stomach. Enzio wrenches it free as they pass

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"We've seen worse," Clea said flatly, looking away.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I believe that," He sighs and leads them out of the forest. An enormous camp stretching out before them...

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"It's alright, Rai, you can look now," Clea murmured, her voice soft and soothing. The boy nodded and opened his eyes, gazing out at the camp.

Clea kept her head down, attempting to make herself as small as possible. That wasn't exactly easy, since she was a tall woman, someone who always stood out. Even her hair, a wild mess of unruly curls, was easy to spot.

[CrimsonMoon]

He lead them through the maze, his spear seeming like a sign that said: 'do not f*ck with'. Soldiers glanced at her briefly and there were some cat calls that were quickly silenced

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Clea wasn't ashamed. She didn't hate herself for how she looked, that she was a curvy woman. She knew what men thought, how they saw her. Of course, she hated being viewed as property, an object, but she wasn't ashamed by who she was. So, the young woman raised her head and looked around with a gaze as fierce as the Shadowcats of the north.

[CrimsonMoon]

He leads them to a large tent, holding his hand out to her," Come on... I'm sure they have somefood left over."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

She took his hand and slid down off the horse, relieved to have both feet on the ground. After helping her brother dismount, she turned back to Enzio, "...Thank you."